Blog Blogger: TAYLOR BOW flipped over, and I remember a long, timeless, hard fuck: her on top trying to fuse her hips with mine, that shiny curtain of hair falling around me, blocking off everything but the sight of her face, dreamy and snarling. Her glasses finally came off and we laughed raggedly about that, then tucked ourselves into each other's crevices and fucked until we were right at the top of the mountain, sweaty and ready to plunge down the other side. My fingers slid along her ass and danced a tarantella around her sphincter, and that's all it took to send her over, neck cords taut and each intake of breath deeper and more guttural than the next. And that's all it took to send me over, finally jetting hot ropes of come into her while her fingernails raised welts on my arms and we cried out into each others' necks.
