“Hell, I’d pay good money just to see those lips wrapped around my cock.” “No.” I turn away from him and pull my jacket tight around my neck, pinching my face as tight and prissily as I can. “I would never. I’m not that kind of guy.” “No? Not that kind of guy, huh? Not the type to take a dick up your ass for money, huh? Ah, I get it. I understand. You got morals or some shit like that.” He stops the vehicle. “I don’t have any of those myself, but I’ve heard of them.”
