“Chin up, babe,” he said, lifting me off his lap. “You know what you need after every good orgasm?” I shook my head. “Food. The greasier the better. Burgers, fries, and shakes are my go-to. You in?” I grinned. “I don’t think that’s how this is supposed to work. I offer to touch your dick, and you instead decide to feed me?” He scrubbed his hands over his face and groaned. “Come on. Let’s go get that food before my dick realizes what I’ve done.”
