I faced your rippling abs. “I can tell you’re a dancer” I say, smirking and dragging my finger down your hard pecs. You jump, pushing me against the wall and crushing your lips against mine. “I have coldsores” i say, muffled against your saliva. I unzip my shorts and pull out the great bush I’ve been growing all winter. You feast your eyes upon me, knowing I am all yours. “take me” I scream as I rip off my double d bra and free my steady titties into the night. You pull me onto the bed, rubbing my bacne as you motorboat me. “Bbblllllllhhhh” You say, caught in the moment. I scream and reach a heavy climax, orgasming over your 2 inch worm inside my great hall. “I have chlamydia.” I say, heaving out the final breaths of my high. “I have herpes” you reply, snuggling into my vaginal crevice.