That’s one of the things we fight about: he says I’m not spontaneous. “You know I hate pink.”
“Yeah, but cows love pink. It was the biggest thing I’d ever had inside of me, easily, and it was killing me. I should have been angry. Although for some reason my lower back was a little stiff and my throat was dry. You’re eating like a dog. Cows had tails. Cows had tails. I sounded dopey. He leaned back into the couch. “Wow. Right, baby?”
You bet, baby. “Am I glossy?” I asked. And you’re starving. And . It was nearly full with something white, thick, and creamy. If he wanted it, then a frostbitten twat was no problem with me. I was so horny that I could’ve been buck naked in a snow bank. “Hey, baby,” said Mike. Everything you hear, everything we do, everything that happens with you and me, it’s all good. It looked more like a dog’s snout than a woman’s face.
