BREAKFAST IN HOLLYWOOD

She bends over and grabs at my man hood as she gives me the look she gave 100 men before

I sink deeply into her skin. Blood flushed across my chest as I enter her in such a blase' manner.. It feels good.

I flip the eggs

She thrusts back into me as if she had something to prove "No one gets it like you do." she implied

I'm different. I am different.

The smell of breakfast and sex reminds me of Montrose and LSD Warmth in the air soaked with lust, cum, and scraped knees

I can't erase that.

So I flip the eggs

I imagine the 3 guys she had 2 weeks ago and notice it doesn't bother me..

It turned me on. She was a doe to my beast.

She arches her back so I can feel her grasp on to me.. Tighter, and tighter with her grip She is our sleeve

Mother Earth to our roots.. Taking care of our needs.

I grab her hips and forget about the 2 foot space she had managed to wedge herself and.. Her head is hitting the linoleum so I clench hair and pull until she is staring back at me

Without expression.. None but a curl in her brow She doesn't make a sound.

I push deeper into her as I approach my climax.. She pushes harder on to me - validating her motives.. She is impressive in her ability to fuck.

Her ability to forget.

I shoot thick ropes inside her ass as she spits from her mouth and lets it leak Drool from her lips.. Down her chin..

She is effective with her body And she knows it.. Purely for uninhibited entertainment.. And-her-pain-meant.. nothing.. To them

She kneels down to clean me as she sees fit Just as hungry as before But slightly less ambitious She seems so innocent now

I remove the eggs from the stovetop..

They're overcooked.

I grab a half lit joint from an ashtray just within my reach.

Breakfast will be delayed.

sigh

Fuck Hollywood.