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Zigger Why does the best s*x come from someone you know you shouldn't be f*cking? I don't know. But what Austeja and I did last night, and just about five minutes ago was everything. It wasn't just about the s*x for me. It wasn't about how she moaned my name or the way she pulled on my hair. Not about how hard I pounded her or the feeling after I relieved myself. It was about her. I don't do romance. I never even kissed a woman during or after s*x. I just f*ck them to my d*ck's content. At ang ginagawa ko lang pagkatapos ay magbihis na at umalis, not leaving any single word. Ni hindi ko na nga matandaan ang pangalan ng mga babeng nakasama ko sa kama—even their faces. And yet, here I am for Austeja, waiting for her to give what's between us a label. I seriously want us to have the lab