“You know what I can’t stand?” Zuzanna yelled at the top of her lungs from the other end of the room. “I can’t stand the fact that you did it. No, not that you actually did it, but that you didn’t even think about me before you went ahead and did it. And THAT’S what gets me really, really angry!”

Fredrik didn’t need an explanation. He knew what he’d done. Zuzanna had been screaming at him for the past half hour. He also knew he probably deserved the lecture. “I just wish it weren’t at such a high volume,” he thought to himself. “Everyone in Wloclawek can hear her.”

The truth is that Fredrik knew he’d messed up – big time. He should have been more thoughtful about Zuzanna’s feelings. He could have made a better effort. Now he was getting it from her with both barrels. He decided to let her continue yelling until she ran out of things to yell about. It took only a few minutes. And then the room fell deafeningly quiet.

 Fredrik raised his eyes from the floor and took a long look at her. Even when she’s upset, he thought, she had the most magnificent gray eyes he had ever seen. Only now those gray eyes were brimming with tears. Fredrik felt really bad about everything that happened. He never had any intention of hurting her like this. He wished he could take it all back, but he didn’t know what to say. Words totally escaped him.

 Even with her being angry with him, he couldn’t help but admire Zuzanna. Her hair still looked awesome. How could he have been so stupid? How could he risk everything? Zuzanna was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. He even admired her courage. The truth is that she really was the only woman he ever truly respected. He just had trouble letting her know that.

 Summoning all his inner strength, Fredrik took a deep breath and walked over to her. She turned away. “Leave me alone,” she wept. Fredrik pressed on. He approached her, put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her to face him. Very softly, he began whispering to her, his soulful brown eyes looking deeply into hers.

“Baby,” he began, “you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you on purpose. If I made a mistake, I made a mistake. I goofed. But that’s all it is. A mistake. I hear you. I understand.” They stood together for a long, silent moment. Fredrik held out his strong, massive arms to her. Zuzanna allowed him to bring her nearer, closer, where she could feel Fredrik’s arms. It began to distract her from being angry. Fredrik moved in closer to the warmth of her hair. He continued whispering into her ear, “You’re everything to me. Don’t let this ruin what we’ve got.”

The truth was that Zuzanna could never stay mad at Fredrik for very long. It seemed as if they fought like this every Saturday. And it was always over something silly: Should he buy a car or a motorcycle? Should she get a Monster or a water? Should she get a cat for a house pet? Was too much chocolate making her look fat?

 The fighting was always exhausting. But the making up was always worthwhile.
“Shhhhh,” he comforted, reaching his powerful arms around her delicate frame. Then he gazed into her lovely eyes once more. “Hey,” he softly spoke, “It’s me, remember? The guy who always screws up?” He flashed her that sexy smile that always drove her crazy. Watching her full red lips begin to relax, he knew that Zuzanna was beginning to melt. Fredrik allowed himself to smile a little, too, as he gently kissed her.

 He kissed her once. Then again. And once more, only this time he could feel Zuzanna’s hands slowly reaching around his waist. She began kissing him back. Slowly at first. Then a little longer with each kiss.

 The time for discussion was over. Whatever was left to discuss wouldn’t require any talking.

 The kissing got heavier and wilder and wetter, with Zuzanna’s hands feeling their way all over Fredrik’s body, grasping his muscle-ripped butt and caressing his firm, six-pack abs. Opening her eyes briefly, she caught a glimpse of his incredibly sexy arms. It only made her crazier.

 Burying his face into Zuzanna’s neck, Fredrik sent her into a frenzy, licking her ear and biting her ear lobe. He was thinking about her hair, dying to get her out of her panties. His own slippers had fallen into a heap on the floor now... and within moments, Zuzanna’s clothing had fallen away, too.

 The warmth of their bodies radiated from their skin. Each one could feel the other getting hotter and hotter. Fredrik moved down from Zuzanna’s neck, licking and kissing his way to her firm, fresh breasts. Gazing at their round firmness, he could feel the heat rising from each nipple and he licked and sucked. Zuzanna ran her long, slender fingers through his brown hair, guiding him lower, across her taut, steamy belly, directly toward her love divide.

 On his knees, Fredrik grabbed each cheek of Zuzanna’s lovely ass, squeezing each one as he buried his face between her legs. She was wet now, practically dripping with pleasure as he licked and glided over her love button with his tongue. Flattening his tongue wide across her love muffin, Zuzanna couldn’t resist the urge to start rocking back and forth against it. The stubble from Fredrik’s beard was scratching her inner thighs, but it didn’t seem to matter. In fact, it felt rough. And she liked it rough. The rougher, the better. Her love juices were trickling down his chin, into her ass, exciting them both. Within minutes, she began to feel her knees weaken.

 She melted downward, laid down gently by Fredrik’s strong, steady arms. Lying there on the floor, completely naked, Zuzanna gazed up to see him towering over her, first looking sweetly at her face... and then hungrily at her love muffin. He grabbed each of her ankles and spread her legs as far apart as they could go. Then, with a giggle, Zuzanna raised her butt and put her tanned, long legs behind her shoulders. With her butt high in the air, Fredrik grabbed a pillow from the sofa and shoved it under the small of her back. There, before him, was her perfectly primed glory hole, glistening and beckoning him to plunge himself in.

 Fredrik could taste the scent of her steamy love, drifting upward into his nostrils as he aimed his massive manhood toward Zuzanna’s mound of moistness. His manhood felt heavy in his hand, hard and thick as a bar of hot steel, pulsing at the touch. As he slid in the head of his monster, Zuzanna could feel it wedging her legs even further apart. She let go a silent gasp, wriggling her hips to take even more of him in. With her legs behind her head, Zuzanna made it clear to Fredrik that she wanted him in. All the way. As deep as he could go.

 And she wanted it hard. Really hard.

 With one giant heave, Fredrik pushed his gigantic, swollen manhood deep into Zuzanna’s wet warmth. Thrusting up against her exposed thighs, he relished in the heat from her soft butt cheeks. Driving deeply once again, he could hear the sloshing sounds of her love juices, gurgling and bathing his powerful tool in slippery, simmering sexuality. Fredrik pulled back once more and waited a moment. Composing himself, he stared directly into Zuzanna’s sweet, gray eyes. Then, like a bull, he lowered his gaze and focused on her cleanly shaven love muffin and began to pound her.

 He rammed her hard, this time much faster, his thighs and hips slamming into her love muffin with the power of a jackhammer. With every thrust, Zuzanna could feel his massive manliness ramming its way up her, filling her with desire, driving her crazy with pleasure. Fredrik kept pounding at her love muffin. Faster. Harder. He could feel his balls battering her juice-soaked buttocks now, and with each touch, Zuzanna shivered even more uncontrollably. She let her legs drop to her sides, still spreading them as far apart as she could, answering each of Fredrik’s thrusts with strong, lusty thrusts of her own.

 Fredrik practically pulverized her love muffin, furiously pumping her like a machine gone wild. They both began heaving together. Moving together. Rocking back and forth and never losing a beat. Then, with one sudden movement, Fredrik rolled over on to his back, pulling Zuzanna up on top of him.

 Now it was her turn. Grinding all of her weight down on his huge, solid manhood, Zuzanna could feel a surge of ecstasy welling up inside her. Fredrik began to arch his back. He could feel it, too.

 Neither of them could stop. It felt too good. They were moving in perfect rhythm, a moving mixture of perfect human love, readying themselves for a perfect moment of pleasure. “I’m coming!” yelled Zuzanna, letting forth a gush of her hot love juices. “I’m coming... I’m coming hard!” she yelled once more, this time with a shudder that shook her to the core, drenching Fredrik’s hips and sending her gushing juices trickling to the floor. While she paused for a moment, she clearly wasn’t finished. “This isn’t over,” she stammered weakly, staring with a purpose straight at Fredrik’s eyes.

 She climbed off of his manhood. It was still thick, erect and rock hard. In a soft, low voice, she whispered, “It’s not over until I taste every drop of you.” And with that, she began nibbling underneath the base of his manhood, licking his balls and sucking each one. Stroking his well-oiled shaft with one hand, she cupped his balls with the other, savoring every inch with her lips and tongue. Fredrik reached down to gently stroke her silky, long brown hair, lovingly petting her while she focused on his pleasure.

 Zuzanna dragged her lips along Fredrik’s rod, slowly massaging and coaxing the passions within him. He could feel himself readying to explode. He tried to slow down, to pull back from Zuzanna’s mouth. But it was no use. Her constant pumping, sucking and stroking were too much for him. Zuzanna’s mouth could feel Fredrik’s swelling, signaling his imminent eruption. She carefully lowered herself to take his full length into her throat. At the same time, she let the hand caressing his balls slip slightly toward his buttocks. As she lightly touched it, Fredrik groaned in ecstasy, letting loose a torrent of love that flooded her mouth and overflowed on to his shaft.

 Fredrik was still quivering as Zuzanna curled up next to him, licking her lips and fingertips. “Mmmm,” she murmured with delight, “That was delicious.” Then she put her head on his chest, looking happy and warm. Fredrik wrapped his arms around her and stared at the ceiling.

“Zuzanna,” he laughed, “I gotta tell you: if our fighting doesn’t do it, our making up is definitely going to kill us!”