My wife thrashing under me, I flipped the spigot and turned on the shower. No days left. Pornhat Her eyes were bovine. I was her husband. I was her husband. “Sun feels warm. I liked that. . I was trying to clean her out, scour away the strawberry-scented ooze and get rid of the pheromones her vagina was pumping out before they wrecked me and made me wreck her. “The art museum,” I said. Her breasts so round and firm, like soft, strong, bouncy cantaloupes. .”
I waited. Strawberries swam in my head, everywhere. The museum. I would. I don’t know if she was in there. It was okay to relax. I reeled. “I do?” She was genuinely confused. Her mouth was warm, soft, pliable.
