jungle hives and imbedded tribes of sensationalistic exploits. a high that peters out with spattering sounds from Her breath.

A desperate look through dipshit field glasses past reveals a wandering spirit general of the female battlefield. dead tits and ass littered in the ruins of many that came before. many that will try and cum after.

“I remember a day when we sat on that blanket shear. hearing the explosions and death throws of the diluted from a distance.”

“so do I dear. but look around, we’re surrounded. best to keep our heady heart steady and situated right here.”

“yeah. you’re completely right,” whispers miss lady avalon as she reaches for the canteen. “here, take a valiant swig of this and embrace the immediate.”