It was already 2 years since I broke up with her and I was quick enough to find myself my new other half. At first, I couldn't take the break-up and I cried almost everyday. It was heart-wrenching and I wanted to slit myself multiple times, drowning myself in alcohol, and refusing to meet anyone. But I then found out that it was possible to start again and it wasn't necessary to worry about that slut. I whistled at every sexy lady I chanced upon, and stared at their skirts, groped a dozen moneymakers before, and up-skirt videos were a piece of cake to me by now, and that was when I met that hot chick I had sex with last night. I accidentally bumped coffee onto her moneymakers and I immediately took a tissue and wiped up for her. It was when I realized that her ones were juicier that normal, and she didn't cringe like other girls would. She stooped lower and let me wipe the stain off her, then she came loser and closer to me, until I had a clear view. I slurped and closed my eyes as her blood-red lips made its way closer to mine, as she wet her lips. Her tongue examined every cuticle of my mouth, the teeth, gum and my tongue, which she greedily toyed around with, saliva mixing with mine. Then I did the same, our tongues interlocked with each other. I slowly closed my eyes and greedily savored the pleasure before me. This feels greater than masturbating myself after breaking up with HER. That useless bitch, I rolled my eyes and kissed again.
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Casting Grey
RomanceIt was time for a different life for the both of them. It should have been one full of zest and fame, but one wrong move screwed the whole procedure up. Things went another steep turn when the both of them had the good memories wiped off their minds...
