You grab her buttocks like the firm melons of the subtle fuck-me tree from southern zimbobwe. You work your ravenous tongue down her stomoch until you find the belt of her torn jean pants. As you work the fly of her jeans with your teath, she grabs your head and pulls it to her. Her head tilts back into ecstacy as a scream escapes her lips. If only the mayor knew the true value of the metro card. You should tell him sometime and all those damn politicians with him. Forget the pages, you can get all the ass you need on the metro.
Before you can complete your unzipping task, she twists your head around until you're lying flat on your back on those orange bumpy tiles. She plants her ass squarely on your knees as she straddles her perfect legs over yours. Grabbing your hands and holding them behind your back, she goes down on your belly and starts sucking. It's like she's a deer in winter and you're the salt lick. There is only one way for this animal to get her nutrients. It's not long before the hunter's rifle protrudes from the blind. You want to take aim, but your vision is clouded by sugar plums as they dance not far from your eyes, though rather closer to your lunch box. That hard metal box they call opportunity has your steak sandwich locked within it's tightly hinged top. Your colt has fallen into the wet and rocky mouth of the river before it is carried out to sea, but it never gets there. It keeps flowing into the eddies and back upstream before it is pushed downstream again. Again into the eddies, and up and down it goes in an endless circle of fluid dynamics.
You look down at the piston of long flowing black hair as it pumps the oil well of your manhood. Man this is hot. The country needs oil and you need to increase production. Treamors are felt as one continental plate is pushed under another. Geologists everywhere start to make predictions for when the big one will cum. Smaller shocks make way for larger shocks as SUV demand drives the oil pump harder and harder. Up, down, up, down, suck, pump, suck, pump. A huricane hits the gulf coast gas prices skyrocket. Prices are about break record levels, and there's nothing you can do. The pumping goes on and on.
Finally, the anticipated eruption occurs. Streams of lava shoot from the volcano as villagers grab their belongings and head for the highways. She laps up the refugees with her tongue and lips with an enormously mischievous grin. The natural disaster continues unabated. As more and more lava flows, the earthquakes decend into aftershocks. She takes on the search for survivors and calls in the national guard of her hands. Only after all the water has been pumped from the city and into her lake does she turn the scene over to the mayor.
You lay helpless on the floor. She starts to smack you across the face and demands her time. |