I want to growl; I wish to whine and grumble without purpose; I want to howl and cry in a meaningless way. He is not. Sex…sex…sex. While I ponder these words, I am so perplexed and puzzled with the way that he is speedily and enthusiastically tack hammering and striking into me. He answers straight away from somewhere about in this immense gloominess where I cannot see. Will it in any case? The taste and feelings are too saccharine and beautiful to illustrate. I stir my hand yet again to reach for Stian’s buttock. Nonetheless, I make out and faultlessly comprehend what he is saying out to me with my ears. I want to be fucked and spanked up real hard and real high-quality right now. Down my thighs and legs themselves, his semen plummets and trickles from where he had deposited and sowed it—in my very own womb that is.
