fingers and tongues and skin and hair and hazy moonlight filtering through the windows and that DAMN gearshift ankles bound by jeans and shoes and seatbelts wrapped around a wrist -- impromptu shackle lips folding over whatever makes the other moan most and limbs thrown about carelessly wherever they will fit change falling and jewelry clanking and the keys (still in the ignition) jangling every time we bump and shimmy in that direction sweat and cum and spit and sliding over flesh and easing into each other and every time I move to the left I hit the same spot on the steering wheel.
Reason for writing:
isn't it obvious? Please email me with any comments you might have.
Birth sign: Gemini
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