A/N:
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
You look like a monkeeeey,
And you smell like one tooooo!
"Look, you need validation. I get that, really, I do. So I'll tell you what. I'll let you take me home and we can screw and you can get it out of your system, okay?"
His mouth is gaping. It does that a lot. If he keeps it up, I'll stick my cock in there. His lips are too pretty not to have my cock between them, anyway. I'd be doing him a favor.
For three fucking months I've been seeing him daily. Three months. He's in love with me. There's no other explanation.
"You think I wanna... that I need..."
I roll my eyes because dude is wasting my goddamn time. I have a new movie that needs jackin' off to pronto. "Do you make a habit out of wasting the time of complete strangers?"
He steps closer to me, eyes blazing. "Do you make a habit out of spending your entire income on porn?"
My brow quirks. "Why, yes. Yes I do. And I also make a habit out of stroking my fat cock while watching it. Anything else you'd like to know?"
His eyes fall to my crotch when I mention my cock and I smirk because he now sees that I wasn't exaggerating.
My cock is pretty damn impressive.
"I've seen bigger."
I scoff. Not likely. "Yeah, guy. Maybe in porn... or in a stable."
"Wrong. Try: in my mouth."
With that, he turns his back to me and for once, I'm the one who's left gaping.