“Do you like my cock, baby?” I have no clue where it comes from but I blame it on the lack of sleep and the coke and tequila swimming around my blood. I hear him make a small, low, noise. “Mmm, yes. I do. I like it a lot.” “What do you like about it?” I run a hand over the thing in question, pressing my palm against it. “How it tastes. How it feels inside… how you fuck me with it.”
