“Let’s make love,” he says, knowing how much it irritates her.
“Can’t we just fuck instead?”
Their sex is never beautiful. There is no sweet caress, no tenderness or purr. She does not seduce him, rather she screams at him with her cunt. She will stare him down with glorious demanding tits, until he succumbs to a hard fuck on the bathroom floor.
Their bodies are too needy for romance. They have abandoned soft sheets and butterfly kisses for angry fucks in parked cars and a blowjobs in bathroom stalls. Their sex is gnashing and tearing, with foul-mouth and salted tears.
Their lust is greedy and crude. He thinks nothing of slipping a hand inside her shirt when standing in line at the supermarket. She smiles at the cashier while she rubs his cock through his jeans.
Their sex is never beautiful. It is purple bruises and dirty feet.
© gibson grand