After a while I rolled her over so I could watch her body and face. “You need to go home and go to bed.” She said. I tried calling and texting her and the only response I got from her was “you’re a poor excuse for a man, you are nothing more than a man whore. “I’m not trying to be a bitch, but you need to treat him better. “It’s ok, we will work through this.” I said softly. “Thank you so much.” She said as she hugged me. I went up to ICU and found that her friends were all there. As a result of all this I started to feel miserable. It’s killing me.” I said. Her ass cheeks started to turn red as my hips and abdomen slapped against hers hard. They won and were awarded a lot of money. We fell asleep and I was still inside of Cheyenne when we fell asleep.
