“Worried ya can’t handle me drunk?” I smirk around the straw as I take a drink. Fisher leans in until his tongue swipes along my neck, and goose bumps cover my skin. “Sweetheart, I handled you just fine when I had you bent over my bed, your pussy spread wide open for my cock as you choked on your own moans. I had you comin’ in eight seconds, remember? So no, I’m not worried.”
