It was firm and old. it had tracks of varicose veins that could make any young mans anus quiver. It was largely Sapphic but obviously industrial in design, it was the kind of sex that had a budget.
I turned to the man standing next to me, shook my dick at him and promptly swallowed my tongue. I’m almost positive it was Tuesday. I gladly thanked Him for the vial of cocaine, and without missing a beat I blasted off and promptly shit my pants for the third time that week.