that first big misunderstanding was just the beginning THEYRE SO VERY OVERTHINKERS I CANT
I want him oiled up no shirt no pants lubed up, inching towards me and me grabbed, manhandedled, in and out with the speed of light and in a frequency so high that the rapid shaking makes us almost invisible to naked eye unless you do a slow-mo video and the thrusts are so fast that my (s)creams could shatter the windows and | orgasm all over his room and we're drowning in 6ft high pure cum and we have to constantly change location to keep up with the cum building up and we fuck on the veranda, the front porch, the backyard, on a plane, in a cruise ship, by the river, in the river, in the shower,on the tub, on the toilet, in the gardan, over a desk, at the laundromat, in the market, inside a taxi, on a rickshaw, beside the local bhelpuri stand, on a wall, leaning on the fridge, in an amusement park, on the slide, on the swing, in the Ferris wheel, inside the photo booth, on the cotton candy machine as we rotate, on the goldfish scoop tent, tag teaming with the clowns, in a elevator, on the staircase, inside a pickup truck, on a rice farm, in a ice cream parlor, in a beauty salon, inside a barn, at the police station, on the officers desk, inside a jail cell, putting on a show for the inmates, in my room, on the roof, on the ceiling, in the basement, underground, outer space, zero gravity literally flying fuck, in a cemetery with the ghosts, in my hospital bed as I die, thrusting to the beats of the monitor, with my dead body in my casket-
