She squealed and pushed herself into my mouth, for just a moment, before pulling away and laughing, “Some of us have to go to work, Mr. Hindi sex When I felt some sort of volcano shuddering against me – and after dismissing the fleeting idea it was an earthquake – I plunged in and held myself there, releasing the torrent labeled ‘Ping’ and riding the inevitable aftershocks once she had burst the sparks and flames from the volcano’s cone down from her –heart maybe- through the length of her womanhood and around my pumping prick. But, god, I miss you; I miss being able to say “I love you with all my heart”; Ping and her cousins yes, I love them, but not as I Love You.
