You had an argument with your girlfriend last night and the two of you were feeling pretty sour by the time you finally decided to hit the hay. The alarm clock did not sound this morning and when you woke up the kitchen had been cleaned and your breakfast was already on the table. As you ponder your existence and sip on a glass of fresh orange juice, you hear some rustling in the laundry room, it's your girl Stacy. She feels awful silly about the row the two of you had and she wants to put it behind you, and now that she's finished the chores, she wants to make it up to you. When you move to the bedroom and she takes you in her mouth, you can't even remember what you were arguing about, and when you're balls deep inside her, neither can she.