Her hair was piled loosely on top of her head and she had on a pair of big, hoop earrings. His intense lust for Johannah, the undoing of his marriage, came well before the first wave of microorganisms crossed through the wormhole into this solar system, targeting Earth. Beads of sweat ran down her face and chest. His intense lust for Johannah, the undoing of his marriage, came well before the first wave of microorganisms crossed through the wormhole into this solar system, targeting Earth. “I just want to FUCK all the time. “I am so HOT.”
He stood, mouth agape, in the narrow archway between the kitchen and the living room. He didn’t know what to say. It got to the point where he would stare intensely at a photograph of her- her mouth open in a soft “O”, a tiny t-shirt hugging her breasts- and explode in a sticky, hot eruption, continue stroking himself back to hardness, and erupt again.
