“I’m going to fit my whole cock in you tonight, baby girl, and you know how you’re going to know when I’m all the way in?” “How?” “Because you’re going to count my piercings.” “Count?” “Yeah, count. There’s six of them, all for you, Joey. This one”—he rubs the piercing in his crown over my clit and makes me whimper with need—“you won’t feel until I’m all the way in and I’m rubbing this bar against your G-spot. But the others you’ll feel while I’m filling your tight little cunt with my cock. Okay?”
