It's cinco de Mayo and her their whooping love story is wringing like a bland little
drama porno. He pierces his lusting eyes into hers and in turn, she stabs her starving lips against his. Deja vu, flashbacks of luxuria. Jamais vu, transitions of hysteria. Interwoven specks of
love and lust loverly lust, binging over and under their thighs and thrusts. The pussy-cat in her is
curling up and prickling down. Heartbeats are racing. Hormones are moaning.
Nada but prurient thoughts.
Nil but salient spots.
A guilt trip.
Deep and swift.
It was cinco de Mayo when they first met fucked.
His heart schlong was her piñata.
Oh. How vividly piercing. May mayhem? Happy Anniversary to you and Basterdo. =)
ReplyDeleteStrike-throughs are a great invention, no?
ReplyDeleteyeah, you and victor share the same penchant for strike-throughs. i always thought they made a post more interesting.
ReplyDeletei found this very entertaining. especially the last two lines. lol
Didn't notice your lovely messages, fellas.
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU even though I'm quite late for riposting. Still. :)