“Look, you can stand over there with your arms crossed and pout about how mad you are at me. Or you can come over here and sit on my face. Really make me pay for it. Up to you.” What an asshole! He didn’t finish the pie and I know it. He wouldn’t. “I’m gonna smother you tonight!” I’m barely holding back my laugh. He shrugs. “As long as it’s with your pussy on my face, that’s all right.”
