“But every moment with you is magic. From the most mundane nights, when we’re driving in your car with The Used on repeat, to right here right now, with your pussy stretched over my cock and your ass filled with half-dead dick.”
I glance around at the few survivors, and I notice a familiar set of eyes. She’s wearing one of the newer, still vivid orange jumpsuits now, like she stole it from someone else in the chaos. She doesn’t belong out here.