"Don't be shy."

"I'm not."

"Don't lie either."

"Sorry."

"Kneel before me."

"Oh, Bambi…"

"Kneel before me."

"Yes." He knelt.

"Sniff my cunt."

Billy Bob Phelan sniffed.

"Like that smell?"

"Oh God…"

"Do you like the scent?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to taste me?"

"Yes."

"Eat my cunt."

"Can I?"

"I desire it."

"Munch my twat."

Bambi Starr felt him obey. Billy Bob Phelan made her come with his tongue.

Joey Valentine was an old friend of Bambi Starr's. They had fucked many times. They knew all about each other.

It was a Friday night.

A hot Friday night. "I want to fuck so bad that I can taste it," Bambi Starr said.

"Where do you want to go to fuck?" Joey Valentine asked.

"Let's go out in old man Potter's barn," the amoral female said.

"Okay," Joey Valentine said.

"We can do it in the hay."

"Sounds great."

They held hands as they walked quickly to the barn. Old man Potter had died and the place was abandoned. No one ever went there because it was too creepy. Except for Bambi Starr and Joey Valentine. They weren't scared of shit.

"Sure is dark," she said when they got into the hay in the back of the barn.

"We do not have to see anything. We have each other memorized."

"Just make sure you leave your clothes in a neat pile, so we don't lose anything."

"It's a good thing that we aren't wearing much in the first place."

They quickly undressed and found each other by the sound of their heartbeats.

"Ummmmm," Bambi Starr said as they pressed together and kissed.

"I love the way your tits feel against my chest," he said.

"I love the way your cock feel against my belly," she said.