The sundrenched sky brings in the fucking beauty of the summer day. Comparable only to the magnificent colors of your eyes. Dancing like fucking deities as you smile. Your lips still tainted with cum and euphoria. You hand me a drink and I muse at the sensual stroke of your fingers against my hand. If it weren't for this damn crowded yard filled with drunks and judging cunts. I'd take here. On the goddamn grass with the fucking sun illuminating the curve of your ass.

"My pussy dripping" you whisper and I caught the hell off guard. I take a sip of cheap ass whisky drench in generic shit cola and I'm laughing at the irony of it all.

I want my fingers inside of you. Warm and wet. More heat than this goddamn summer sun. But instead I settle for your hands resting on my shoulders and listen to these punk ass boys talk shit about drinking and drugs and made up bullshit adventures. A classic game of who's dick is bigger. You roll your eyes as your cousin gloats "I could take your preppy ass shot for shot" I shake my head and move into my thoughts. They're all consumed now with the thought of fucking you. Hard and strong. And your fingers sliding carefully up and down my neck only fuels the fucking fire. I wanna to make love to you here. Right now. I want to bend you over and make you my bitch. But instead I nod and except the challenge. And I throw this bullshit excuse for whisky to the back of goddamned throat. Shake it off and you kiss my lips. I can hear the family whisper. But I don't give a fuck. Im drinking in the taste of you and Sangria and I'm knee deep in fantasies of your clit against mine.

I pour a shot and look this fucking skinny ass punk in the eye "we're about to pick you up off of the floor you lil bitch." For a moment he looks convinced and then pissed off and the shit talking starts.

I'm well aware im too old for this but damn if it doesn't make my heart smile to hand a liquified bitch slap to a dickless little douche.

When ten deep now and you're kissing my fucking neck and this shits getting old. I need to feel you against me. Your fucking skin against my own. Your lips on my tits. But I don't god damn lose and so I pick up the tiny red solo cup from hell. Filled with piss off ten dollar libations. And I shoot it down. Too fucking lit to taste the rank ass bite. The punk hesitates. He makes a lame ass attempt to throw it back and then its over. And he's puking in his girlfriends lap and he's not getting ass tonight. But I'm pretty sure I am.