101503 #trout He pounds. She breathes. He pounds. She opens her mouth to let in more heat and air. Her face is turning red. He pounds. He pounds. How did he become so skillful? He pounds away, and away, and away, and she gasps, and she moans. Her naked back on the cold table top. His back lean and taut. He pounds. She begs. She has forgotten I ever existed. She doesn't even have to forget; I never existed.