Chapter 117

• STRAWBERRY STRUDEL-3
• The woman on the couch opens a curtain and it’s raining outside. The downpour. She expresses longing for that sex again because it’s not the same with her husband now. The Movie clips chime comes in and the scene is over.
• I exhale massively and Amelia is rubbing me still. She’s projecting an aggressive energy that’s intimidating but I want the confrontation. I roll over to her and get on top, pinning her against the couch. We lock lips. I’m so hard. I grab her legs and spread them now. She looks up at me now like she’s innocent. But she’s really bad. She’s a naughty girl. Her creamy white thighs look nice spread apart. I’m grooving into the black fabric in the middle. She’s matching my rhythm. We’re watching it together. Soft presses. Unhinged moaning.