On the drive to her place, they conversed. The fucking was fantastic, so much so, to make up for the pain. Pornhat Cliff’s mouth turned dry as a wasteland. Time, as time wants to do, got away from the young would-be lovers. “But what of you?” he turned off the car, got out, went to her side, and opened the door. He needed to touch her soul. She pointed to her feet. She led him into the apartment. His body needed her, his emotions needed her, he desired her, above all things, all reason, a feverish desire held Cliff’s will-power under her control. The second wave of ejaculate thickened the stain, a third, fourth soaked through the material. Stoplights, stop signs, and slow traffic allowed Cliff to expose his heart and
