They're headed off to Mars once again. From the moment those breasts popped out, and the helm of her head back and forth he held to make her mouth rasp and her ovaries inside was stirred, he knew her well and truer than before. Never for the sake of a greater game than this had he dribbled as now, and her own mouth to water for the fountains in the garden of love had found them, aspiring to taste Venusian waters and Cupid's dart to pierce the heart. Never was joy ever so keen, never was rocking motion exhausting to itself.