Road Worthy Hungry and Mean

by Mel Bain


I look down into her soulful
deep eyes
and as best I could, I muttered
through my breath
in a dry, cracking voice
(I barely recognized)

"Do we have any pancakes?"

She bit her lower lip and again
Flashed me her sensual smirk
and with dancing eyes, and a kiss
she reached forward
and began
milking my penis

"That fucking woman never
listens to a goddamned word
I say!"


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