I will never forget that brief interlude when we were talking about something or other, something “serious” or at least “important,” and when she sat across the bed from me with her legs spread open, her tits hanging loose, and when her cunt, swollen and purple from vigorous rubbing, licking, sucking, gaped open between us. That brief interlude when I bent down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips of that bruised, fucked-out, cold, fishy cunt. That brief interlude when she acknowledged fleetingly that gentle touch, that tender moment, that demented kiss. That brief interlude when love burst in out of nowhere.