YouBeBetty's parted thighs quivered in anticipation as she looked up at Kosmo's chiseled abs and chest. He gazed into her watery, almond eyes -- eyes dripping with excitement for what was to come next.
"What are you going to do to me," she asked coquettishly as his manly frame locked into position above her wide-openness moistness.
"You will see," he responded, "and in the morning, I'll post the play-by-play on the forum in case there was anything you didn't recognize . . ."
She gasped, but even she herself did not know if it was because of the impertinent forwardness of his remark or the finger that had suddenly crossed her womanly Rubicon and was filling her with paroxysms of delight as it thumped out the bassline to Bloc Party's Like Eating Glass on her glistening G-spot.
