Chapter 73. Gather Myself

ZHIVARGO

I sit up straight on the sofa with my eyes closed. "Hey, you," she said, getting my attention. It was then I realized I hadn't told her my name and wasn't planning on it. I opened my eyes, and she was straddling my hips, handing me a flute glass.

"To my new fuck buddy," she said, and I nodded with a smile, her gushy, gushy sliding down my pole inch by inch. We clicked our glasses together. My mouth agape, I did my best to drink the alcohol.

She wolfed it down, tossing the glass over her shoulder. The glass shattered behind her.

I wolfed mine down, dropping the glass on the floor. I was going to give her velvety body something to remember. I cupped her overstocked breasts, watching her bounce on my pole. Her mounds of flesh so beautifully full I couldn't quite hold them in the palms of my hands.

Her merganser-inspired neck put swans into extinction. I was tempted to run my tongue along her sweet-tasting skin but decided against it. It was easy t