Some kind of celebrity
Behind the limo's glass, he saw the dreamy face of Celebrity. John felt a tent forming in his pants. He couldn't take it anymore. He tapped on the glass with the back knuckles of his shuddering fist. As Celebrity looked away from her phone's screen, John's knees began to quiver and knock together. How could he be seriously considering this? There was no time to think. By now his chub had upgraded to a fully inflated throat grinder. Celebrity's lips were begging for a good humping. "Excuse me,"...