The room.

It's like the room is inviting me to fuck in it. Like it wants my girlfriend to scream so that it can be happy that finally a worthy man has fucked and lost his virginity to a sex starved lady. It wants its bedsheets to be wrinkled and splashes of my maybe wanna have a dozen kids tonic in those bedsheets. It's like it wants my girlfriend's ass and my knees sweat marks on its sheets. It also wants her and my knees sweat marks on the sheets and her titties sweat marks on the pillow so that the readers can know that it is doggy style. It's really sickening that on behalf of me the room is thinking. Well the room doesn't know that my left ball is paining. It's real. I have to stop thinking of fucking. Great, the pain is 2x now. But my genius 25 year old penis still wants to fuck.