Stoner’s abuse of his body was counterbalanced by his consumption of every conceivable drug and vitamin designed to enhance his s****l performance. He had taken a Viagra about an hour ago, and he knew he was good for another go.
Creeping around the bed, he began to pull at his flesh to encourage its hardness. He downed the rest of the scotch at one swallow and placed the glass down. He knelt on the bed, crawling forwards until his head was between Cheryl’s thighs.
Cheryl could sense his presence, but not see him, since her head was still below the level of the mattress. She felt his hot breath between her thighs. A stab of pain shot into her as Stoner’s tongue pressed down on her wounded c******s. Stoner, mistaking her gasp for one of pleasure, laughed to himself. He congratulated himsel
