Endless innocence

Agnes is staring at me from the couch and she’s wearing a t-shirt by Alldressedup and an Eckored’s sweater and a Virgin’s jean and Ed Hardy’s shoes and a blue Garrick Anderson's necktie and she’s smoking and I know she’s upset with me ‘cause I’m dating Madelaine again and she’s not talking to me and I’m wondering what she’s thinking right now and I don’t ask her anything and I shrink of shoulders. The T.V. is on and Agnes starts to dance awkwardly singing Madonna’s song Who’s that girl? from the homonym 1987's album and then I light a Belomorkanal and Agnes is about to lose equilibrium and I get closer to her and after a few minutes we’re dancing together constrained by the rhythm and she’s sweating and I can tell she’s very horny and drunk and I know she knows I know and I feel good and then I begin to take her cloth off trying to be gentle all the way and she says nothing and she’s all floppy and wobbly and I can’t see her eyes because of the huge Bottega Veneta's sunglasses and a minute later she’s naked n' lying on the bed and I’m licking her tits and touching her pussy and then I penetrate her and I believe she’s about to fall sleep so I try to make her come as faster as I can and she scratches my back very hardly and I bite her lips and neck and then I come strongly whether she does or not and I don’t care. Now Agnes is about to cry for some reason and I ask her what is going on and she just shrinks of shoulders and sits on the couch and I can’t do anything else for her. The T.V. is on. I grab the cellular and take a photo of Agnes’s face for no reason whatsoever. I stand up and look outside the window and I see a blue Ferrari and a blond girl inside it with black glasses and a hat by Rock and Republic and maybe I know her but I don’t remember exactly. She looks just like Izabella Scorupco.