She buried her head in my chest as she rhythed over me and over me and over me maybe picturing much like I was that the other person with whom we were entering or being entered was someone else. It was all I could do to not laugh at her when she started shaking and screaming in her native rolled tongue. That little red pigment piece of flesh that would ick her own top lip and sort of inform her eyes to roll and her head to tilt from side to side as if she were on some sort of amusement park ride. Those false and holy god real screams that can only come from something pure and fake at the same time. Something unenjoyable but only being enjoyed for the sheer prupose of fullfilment within your own self. As she simply moved up and down over and over and over again fulfilling herself but not noticing that I was emptied out on the floor ten minutes ago.