Porn Alcohol and the Boy Upstairs
The porn played softly in the background. I leaned my head back against the back of the couch. Why do women think they’re so fucking erotic? Why do men think blasting cum on a woman’s face is erotic? My three friends sat on the couch, furiously waking off. I tried not to look at their cocks as they flashed their hands up and down on them. The alcohol sang through my blood. The corners of my vision were blurry. Everything felt as if it was being stifled by a wet cloth. On the television the man...
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