she makes this weird face the moment i’m inside her and i don’t remember how i got here
i don’t remember the foreplay or the party we met at. i know we came with seperate groups and left together so now I’m starting to question who had the burden of our sloppy make out in the backseat.
or did i drive?
that’s really bad if i did and i really need to stop that before i end up toe-tagged or worse yet in court for killing some dad with beautiful daughters.
i really need to stop thinkin’ about this shit when i’m fucking.
i look back at her and realize i’ve been goin’ to town this entire time and she’s either really lovin’ it or not lovin’ it at all, i’m too drunk to tell but i know she’s conscious which is a step up from the last girl (i found out later don’t judge you fuck)
she looks up at me and says
“be gentle i just went through a break up”
and i grab her right tit and lick her from the base of her neck to behind her ear and whisper (or say normal, i’m too trashed for volume control)
“I just went through a break up too. but eighteen visions made some great music while they were around so i’m not too upset. rock!”
i don’t remember a whole lot more from the event, i’m too focused on how fuckin’ hilarious i think i am.
