Pushing her glasses back up from the tip of her nose so that they sat square with her oblong face, she looked at him. Her eyes were watery and big. Their centers brown, but you didn’t so much as see her eyes as to feel them. Her very portions were round. She was geometrically a delight. Round shoulders, rounder breast and even rounder hips. She was all around round; she was a rounder kind of woman than most, but she was never more round than when she was naked. From behind, her round butt cheeks gobbled his unsuspecting hand. Release my hand, he asked and I will continue describing you. Hand released, he turns her around and looks at her round nipples, but around them are even rounder circles of pink that are back-grounded by a tonnage of flesh that pass as her round breast. Swooning over her he drops off into her massive cleavage that closes in and around his head. He can’t breath. I can’t breath, he screams.
But he has portions of his on.
Elastic and limber he extends his body the full length of hers, holding her feet under the press of his feet- he stretches her arms the full length of his. Now her portions have tighten up a notch, she is now taunt in places that were soft and his tongue finds her round mouth open and he slides his long tongue inside her mouth as he nudges his knee between her legs opening her in a way that is forceful. She closes them like a vice, but his weight and strength are put to his advantage, but he instead takes both of her extended hands into his left hand fully extended and cups her round breast into the vat of his mouth and begins a suction that is beguiling if not down right a scream; her nipples being her weak spot, the one spot that given the proper attention wields the largest outcome.
Seemingly of their own, her thighs open and into this opening he is lowered and becomes lodged like a hefty piece of falling tree in a deep green valley. He wants to hoot. But what he does is to continue, but now abetted by his hands that has found the other nipple, now perky. He runs circles around it only to latch on and to hold it like a thing that dials up her interest.
Through the cloudless blue sky a Boeing 767 passenger jet is heading straight for the towers where she is seeing stars. All around her head are a bedazzlement of stars set in a galaxy shot through with a blinding light. A tingling like the sound of goat bells enters her ear drums only to be replaced by the bellowing sounds of cows being corralled by cowboys. Her cowboy is riding the very fabric of time scooting those cows along, bending their will to become his. She feels their hooves trampling and she taste dust.