Her hands grasped and pulled at my hair. Sweat glistened across our bodies as she thrashed atop me. Swears and cries rang through my bedroom as I held her thighs fast to the sides of my head.
I didn't understand women. Why was she hollering and calling for god? The line worked fine at the bar, cheesy as it was. I was an honest man!
"Sit on my face and I'll eat my way to your heart."
Why's she so mad that I've started chewing?