

I’m thinking about you, tonite. In 20 years, you’ll be an old man, plumper and balder. With someone else blowing you. You’ll tilt your head back and close your eyes. You’ll brush back her hair with your hand, and see my face.
My green eyes staring up at you, as you cum straight down my throat — balls cradled softly in my hand.
I’m still making you cum.