“Oh my god,” Holt sobbed, breaths sawing in and out of him. “You’re sucking it so good. Oh my god, Taylor. Wh-what the fuck…” I wanted to preen. Yeah, that was right—unassuming Taylor Hough with his ironed underpants and dad jeans and unfashionable sneakers was still a pro at sucking dick. My dicksucking muscles were the strongest fucking muscles in my whole body. I could probably lift a car with them or something.
