urinal
i need to empty my bladder on you. there's no love in the act. i'm defiling you. you're my urinal. you're a toilet rag. if i was just fucking your face you could at least pretend that this was equitable, that i was satisfying your inane need to be choked out by my rape organ.
but it's hard to spin this any other way. willingly or not, you're going to be soaked in my piss and you're going to smell like it for days to come.
but, after i finish shooting rancid, unbelievably rank yellow ropes all over your hair, tits, and face, i'll give you an offer.
you can earn showers with rimjobs. every thirty minutes you spend tonguefucking my ass you get thirty seconds to clean yourself in the cold water while i hose you off.
if you jerk me off at the same time you're sucking my hole maybe i'll even give you a towel.
so, you better get to it unless you're comfortable with reeking like a sick dog's bed.
c'mon faggot.
you can be my urinal and my bidet.
