Her cloudy blue eyes began to pour out a heavy rainstorm as if she was a tropical rain-forest, causing her tears to drip onto her clothes, making her white tee-shirt see through and her denim shorty-shorts cling to her skin like it was a leech when it is sucking the thick red blood out of human skin, ready to kill anything getting in it's way. This was all turning him on, as on as a light switch. He pulled her to the bed to comfort her (and for sex), and his body fell onto her the way a thousand bricks would fall onto a dying cat, therefor smashing the cat, or in this case, her. Her lack of breaths was making her drink in the air the way he would drink in her juices. Oliver got off of Miley so she could breathe and she looked at him as though he were some sort of Hero for getting off of her, causing her to pull him back down to the bed, and the passionate kisses that they shared had as much heat as boiling water. When their kisses had grown to more, he was getting so hot he was on fire!
To be continued...