Haley began to move back and forth slowly, and I could feel her juices down below the balls between the halves as she swelled and shook. She straightened, the buns out of reach of my mouth, and showed me how beautiful they were to shake as she rose and fell in her own rhythm. And also his mick, his crack, his pink peach…, in which my warrior disappeared and reappeared. The volley that had been gathering between him and the balls all the time, and what had just arrived, lifted me out of bed.