Is it a routine?

Is it a routine?

mi stick mi dick in a warm anthole, it stings blissfully as she slides down the pole, mi moan…nah…mi growl, sweat glisten on her heavy breasts as they slowly bounce rhythmically, at the next bounce, mi find mi lips glued to a hard aroused nipple, them canines tenderly chew on the gum…

the light in the room is dull red, smoke swirls into the stuffy room from a joint lying amidst several stubs of claro in the cover of a kiwi polish can…she lets out a high pitched moan as mi bit down hard on the delicate sensitive nipple, throwing her head back she increases the tempo…oh boy, she sure can dance….mighty glad mi cancelled mi plans..

mi turn her over with a groan…she rips at mi whitees as i hammer furiously into her…and then in between the creaking of the bed, the splat sound coming from the sweat and we bodies…

“do you love me?…”

mi foot leaves the pedal…there is an immediate pause in rhythm….ok, pretty much was expecting this..it always comes…does it always help with them climaxing?..must they ask? do they time the asking? do they really care? is it just routine?…she notices the change, so mi hammer on, harder this time…her nails dig into mi bare back…

a gasp, a sharp scream…..her juice flowed…
i paused..stretched for the joint, took a drag as bouts of spasms rocked through her at intervals beneath me…

“now that’s love right there..baby” the thought drew a smile on mi sweaty face as mi exhale a cloud of smoke…..

then mi frown…”is it just routine?” i ask loudly.