Before I have time to fully recover from the shock of seeing a totally naked Robbie McGuire less than five feet from me, he gets up and strides toward the bathroom, stopping at the door to look at me accusingly and say, “What are you waiting for?” like I’m some kind of idiot. “I, um…” I’m finding things a little hard to follow, but fortunately, my dick is quick to explain. He wants to blow you, bruh. Stop being a pussy and get in there.
