Green light on the blowjob, then. I’m not going to make it easy on him, not when this is something I’ve hated wanting for so long. I used to hate touching myself to the thought of him. Used to beat myself up for not having an ounce of self-respect. As I lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft and Connor lets out the most deliciously shaky exhale, I come to a very rational conclusion: self-respect is overrated.
