I need to fuck my cousin. I need to. Fuck her in the master bedroom, curtains wide open for all neighbors to see. Fuck her on the kitchen counter, pointy knives left to abandonment, eager to draw blood in the throes of our passion. Fuck her in the bathroom, ass bent over the toilet, shower on spewing water all around. Fuck her on the black carpet by the living-room until it becomes white. I need to fuck her.

I didn’t always need it. At least, I don’t think I did but if she says otherwise, I... my cousin is so smart, so beautiful, her eyes are like rare pearls swimming in an ocean of bliss. She made a poet out of me by having me stare and relax, our breathing in perfect sync. I love her. I worship her. It is the right thing to do. Nothing feels better than worshiping her except... fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I need to fuck her by the freezer, ice cubes dripping on my flaming cock. I need to fuck her in the back of my car, hood wide open, cold rain on my drooling tongue. I need to fuck her in the supermarket, cereals laced with cum for the perfect breakfast. I need to fuck her in the theater because all romantic comedies need more porn, not less. Denise? Denise? Where are you? Come here, please! Play me silly one more time and let’s fuck.

What? No, I... Yes, I understand. It’s wrong to make demands, to even suggest I’m ordering you to do anything. I wouldn’t do that, I... I’m just so horny, and desperate, and dying to be trampled until my brain lays squished on the ground. I... Yes, Denise. You’re a Goddess. Believing anything else is a sacrilege. I pity those that still haven’t seen the beautiful light in your eyes.