I'm already riding when it starts, pink skirt flipped up, ✱✱✱✱ bouncing free with every grind. The thin fabric frames where I'm stuffed full as my hips roll in desperate circles. I bounce ✱✱✱✱✱✱, moaning, the pink ruffles doing nothing to hide the stretch. My ✱✱✱✱✱✱ tremble as I chase it, skirt bunched around my ✱✱✱✱✱, ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ swaying with each downward sink. I lean ✱✱✱✱ and ✱✱✱✱ faster until I'm gasping, spent and shivering in pink.