Roller Coaster Me

Addison dragged her feet all morning while I watched the clock from five a.m. Finally dressed, we spilled onto the pier and buried our toes in warm sand. On the roller coaster we worked each other quick, hands under cotton and down where it counted. At the top of the Ferris wheel I pulled her top open to the sun. Her nipples stood tight in the salt air. I slid two fingers under her shorts right there, fucking her slow while the whole coast watched us sway. The little film got wetter and wilder. You’ll see every glistening inch soon enough, Shyla and Addison, and I’ll send it raw.