Last of the .... Mohawks?

Sex.
Urgent, like there's no tomorrow.
Sweaty bodies, hot embrace.
Slippery lips on slippery lips.
No holds barred, just desire.
Hands on cocks, eyes on eyes.
Riding slowly, thrusting upwards.
In all fours, giving and taking.
Mouth in mouth, in and out.
Groan. Moan. Pant.

That's the way sex goes... the gospel according to me.


Wanna see how I like it?

Now I wanna fuck a punk rocker. And I'm not alone... am I?

Thanks, Eric. a.k.a. Skoooozle