its one twenty five am and its too late. long legs. smooth. maybe a little too smooth. not a blemish, not a mark. he seriously thought to himself, she might be an android. then remembered that she had made that joke about putting on a strapon and effing him. so this is what they meant by anal probe.
her eyes were closed. he couldnt stop kissing her belly and telling her how good looking she looked. hed kiss and say, see, now thats good shit. search for a new target a few inches away and kiss and say, yep.
the white stipes were on in the living room speakers. something about jolene jolene jolene jo-lene…
but neither of them noticed. jesus candle blowing from the open sliding glass door which should be closed he thought cuz shes sorta loud and went back to not thinking and aiming at better parts and slowly moving down to the perfect perfect skin perfect from years of soaking in a tub waiting for a good man but tonight she settled again.
this shit is worth something he told her, seemingly genuine for once, but completely inappropriate considering the situation. she smiled. had to.
kissed over there and said fifty cents right there.
kissed over here and said probably about a good fourty cents depending on the supply and
kissed the neck and said buck, buck fiddy.
closer to the ear, two bucks.
ear, twenty
ears arent cheap
kissed around the hair line, inhaled deeply
coughed
(stoner)
kissed her forehead
again
and
again
kissed her nose
and then top smiling lip
twelve fiddy
fifteen
thirty
fifty
hundred
three hundred
three hundred
three hundred
threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee