He was lying on top.
I could feel his arrogance while his ***** was dripping out of me.
His **** had turned into an ugly, small piece of wrinkles.
The smell of him that I liked so much before,
was now brutally vanished by the smell of sweat and our juices.
I made clear to him that he had to go, so he left.
All I could think about was how much much I missed her.



This morning he playfully hit me with his umbrella.
Be nice.
He stuck out his tongue as if he was eating me out and said.
You like it when I'm mean.
I almost threw up.