We were young lovers. I, a burly Caucasian. She, a well-endowed Jamaican. A long week had come to a close, and there was only one thing left in our minds: Fuck. After a satisfying meal, we retired to her one-room apartment, washed up, and immediately tore into each other.
We were tigers in heat, biting, clawing, growling. Oh gods, the growling! Past those carnal snarls, no words needed to be said. Our hunger was obvious, mutual, and deep.
