I wanted to bite her neck while in the throes of completion, but her head hung down and rested on the floor between her arms. Three fucking years I had devoted to the piece of shit; never once even looking at another guy; waiting home for him while he was out screwing every whore in town; well fuck you Deacon, I hope you rot. Porn I was getting into it as well, setting up a nice rhythm, allowing his head to get deeper with every nod. But, do you know what? She looked as much as it was possible to be out of place. I had heard her moans through the door; it was a familiar sound in John’s apartment.
