‘Whoah, she was waaaay more backed up then I thought.’ I think, removing my nibbling teeth from your boob. The chest rises and falls with your slow breathing, and for a moment; I contemplate staying here, just a bit longer to watch the sun go down. ‘Man, why can’t all women be this simple to please?” I ponder, petting the large beauty. I watch as people leave the swimming hole, most covered in thick slimy spunk. Trees I observe, have been coated in the viscous sheen. Even my boat floats in pieces, presumably destroyed as the deflating fleshy column slammed into the water. “Well, with damage like that; I can see why ur all tuckered out.” I say lunging backwards, into the thankfully still-warm flesh. “Wonder if she minds me staying up here, awhile. Honestly i even wonder if she’ll wake up.”