Illustration by Anon D’mowlse
Sweat dripping, their bodies move together in unison. They breathe in quick gasps, occasionally slowing to moans.
Biting her lip in anticipation, she cries out: “Nearly… there!”
With an inarticulate grunt he gives a final thrust of his huge organ and then they collapse in a flail of tangled limbs and self-congratulation.
“Next time… you want to move this… damn piano… ask… someone else!”