But then, I didn’t know that his lips would close over my little clit at the top. And if the electricity that shoots through my body is any indication, she was horny for him. For the long sucks of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth and his grunts. Jesus. His grunts. They are taking up all the empty spaces of my soul. I’ll hear them until the day I die. I’ll sleep to them. I’ll wake up to them. I’ll imagine them day in and day out. That and his rippling shoulders and his shuddering back.
