Who Doesn’t Like Schnauzers?
The next morning I wake, primed on burning down my apartment and the ringing cell which sits on my bedside dresser.
My d**k hums in satisfaction, not bothered in the slightest. After receiving a hummer sent from the blow job gods, he would happily roast in hell. And that’s where I’ll end up after what happened last night.
Groaning, I reach for the spare pillow and crush it over my face. I wonder if anyone has managed to suffocate themselves to death. I’ll happily volunteer to try because it’ll erase the images of me eating Keira out before she came all over my face.
I thought we were done, but then she dropped to her knees, ripped off my pants, and sucked on my d**k until I cried mercy and saw stars. For a virgin, she sure as s**t knows her way around. But
