#superstarbur

Saturday nights were always a hit or miss. Even though I’d spent hours getting ready, strapped my highest heels to my feet, and slipped into my signature look- tiny black thong, tinier black bikini, shiny red lips- I had made a grand total of 43 dollars.

“Slow night, then, love?” The bartender says sympathetically, reaching for what he needed for my usual. “Such a shame. You’re dressed to the nines without anyone to appreciate it.”

I suppress a groan, forcing my scarlett-painted lips into a sly smile. “So sweet of you to notice,” I murmur, tracing a sharp, sparkly nail down his forearm.

He slides my drink across the bar, made perfectly- vodka cranberry, extra shot of vodka, dash of simple syrup, lots of ice. Sometimes sloppy, lipstick-smudged blowjobs in the back alley really pay off.

“Hey boo, you’re up on stage. A group of guys just walked in.” My coworker, Amethyst, taps me on the shoulder. “Finish your vodka-cran and get shaking.”

“I’ll be sure to keep my eye on you, gorgeous,” the bartender winks as I down my drink. Once my back was turned, I allowed myself an eye roll. Amethyst laughs, shaking her head.

“Girl, even I wouldn’t do that for all the liquor behind that bar,” she tells me, grinning. “You look great, by the way. Those heels will be perfect. One of those guys is downright stunning. He’s taller than any of us in heels.

I glance over where she’s looking. Four guys sit at one of the nicer seats, a soft leather couch I’ve taken more than several naps on during slow nights. I immediately see the guy Amethyst is talking about. He’s at least a head taller than the other guys, with a softly sculpted jawline and a mess of brown curls falling over his eyes.

“Damn, let’s hope he has some seriously deep pockets.” I reply, laughing. “Wish me luck!”

“Whenever you’re ready, darling,” the DJ gives me a thumbs up. “You’ll kill it!”

I blow him a kiss as I walk out to applause. The club has filled out a little now, luckily, but the four guys Amethyst mentioned are front row. The silver chains laying over my hips swish as I walk, the rubies signature to my look softly clinking together.

“Gentleman, it’s my pleasure to introduce you to the stunning Ruby Woo, a lady who will really get your blood flowing!” The DJ announces as I strut along the front of the stage, making eye contact with everyone I see. Amethyst taught me that trick when I first started stripping, and it worked like a charm. Men love to believe that the stripper likes them for more than their money.

I hook a leg around the pole and slowly spin, giving everyone a perfect view of my ass. As the music kicks up a notch, I straighten my leg fully, in a sideways split, still spinning ever-so-slowly as I play with the ties on my top. I can hear cheering, whistling, and my favourite sound- the soft flutter of money over the music.

As I bring my leg back down, I fall to my knees at the very front of the stage, biting my lower lip and shaking my tits while slowly spreading my legs apart. When my knees are far enough apart, I pull off Amethyst’s favourite move- riding an imaginary dick. I feel ridiculous, but money is raining over me and the cheers are growing louder.

I allow myself a glance at the tall guy and his friends, running a tongue along my top lip as I wink at him. He winks back, making me hide a grin. The only thing better than a hot guy in front of my stage is a stack of cash, and I note how many him and his friends are holding.

Slowly, I stand up and turn around. Amethyst always tells me that strippers need a ‘special sauce’, and mine is definitely my ass.

I shift to standing on the balls of my feet, tapping my heels together to clap my ass in time to the music. As the crescendo of the music hits, I tug the back of my top and it falls to the floor. When I turn back around, two heart-shaped, sparkling red pasties sit in its place, dotted in rhinestones.

I give the stage a second strut before I begin my pole routine, hopping off the stage to let the men get a proper look at me. Hands brush my ass, tits, hips, back, anywhere they can touch. Bills are stuffed into my thong, boots, even my garter.

The cute guy’s friends are egging him on to tuck a folded bill into my thong. Seizing my chance, I plant myself in front of him, planting a heel on the sofa next to him.

His handsome face is looking all over me, at my nearly-bare body, and I’m pleased to see a rock-hard boner in his pants, even a drop or two of precum starting to spread over the front of his jeans. As he slips the folded bill into my garter, I stroke his arm, blow him a kiss, and head back to the stage.

Normally, when I head to the pole and start my routine, my head goes blank. Nothing but me, the music, and the pole. While I’m excellent at pretending to like the men, I was not having to pretend I liked the tall guy in the front. Hot guys were rare in the club, even rarer that they had money.

I finish my routine to rounds of applause, pleased to see the rain of bills on the stage around me. Mostly 1s and 5s, but i’m surprised to see a few 20s in the mix. The curtains close, allowing me to gather my cash. I’d count it all later, but I knew for certain I’d beaten my record. The bill slipped into my thong by the hot guys in the front was a crisp 100.

“Those guys in the front are waiting for you,” Amethyst whispers as she walks up for her stage slot. “They’ve got stacks of 100s.”

Quickly, I stash my bag of cash, fix my lipstick, tie my top back on, and slink back to the floor area. Amethyst was right. The four men were still on the front couch.

“It’s rare you find four handsome men all at once,” I say, voice dripping with seduction. “How are you doing this fine evening?”

The hot one smiles, stepping closer and fiddling with the chains on my hips. “Well hello, there, darling. That was quite a show you put on for me.”

His friends have faded away, heading to the bar or being clung to by other girls. He doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are only for me.

“You know my name, but I haven’t quite caught yours,” I reply, running a finger down the buttons on his shirt.

He smirks. “Come sit on my lap and I’ll tell you?”

“Oh, honey, that’ll cost you. I only do that in the VIP.” It’s a risk, mentioning money so quickly, but he doesn’t even blink, counting out 10 more crisp 100s and sticking them in my thong strings.

I pretend to swoon, taking his hand and leading him to the VIP room. Flipping the sign on the door to ‘occupied’, I turn around to see him already lounging on the leather couch.

“Ok, handsome, what should I call you?” I whisper in his ear, sliding onto his lap and toying with his curls. “It’s a crime not to know the one name I’ll remember from tonight.”

“I’m Wilbur,” he replies, “but as long as you’re saying it in your sweet, sweet voice, you can call me what you like.”

Giggling, I kiss the tip of his nose. “Is Will ok?”

“Only if you take off your top,” he smirks, pulling out yet another stack of bills and threading some in next to the others. “How much extra to touch you?”

“500. Take it or leave it.”

He immediately counts out 5 more 100s. “How much for you to touch me?”

“Depends on how far you’re trying to get,” I reply, tracing a nail down the fly of his jeans. “I’ll do anything you want… for a price.”

“Anything?” Wilbur’s dark eyes run up and down my body.

I undo the straps on my top. “Anything,” I reply, placing his hands on my tits.

He gently squeezes them, and I gently grind on his still-hard cock. The stimulation makes him groan.

“Empty my balls and I’ll empty my pockets,” he whispers. “Deal?”

We were allowed to have sex with customers, but I never did. Or, at least, I thought I never would.

“Deal,” I reply, and he grins at me in the dim lighting. “I never do this, you know.”

“Oh, darling, you’ll never again after me. You know why?” Wilbur pulls out his wallet, sliding a shiny card into the top of my boot. “There’s a 100,000 dollar limit. I’ll tell you the pin… if you give me the time of my life.”

I unzip his jeans ever-so-slowly, licking my lips. “If you want head first, you’ll need a condom. Club rules.”

“What if I show you my test results from last week? I’m clean as a whistle,” he replies, pulling out his phone and showing me. He’s not lying.

I pretend to think. “I suppose I can bend the rules… just for you.”

His cock is huge, thick, and heavy, absolutely dripping with precum. He’s hot, he knows it, and I’m probably going to choke.

“This’ll feel even better inside me, Will,” I sigh, taking a deep breath and sliding as much as I can down my throat. I’ve never struggled with gagging before, but as my nose brushes his stomach, I have to fight the urge.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps. “Oh God.” His hips jump up, and I squeeze my eyes shut. All I can think about is not gagging.

His hands find my hair, and he grips it tightly, helping me to bob my head and push himself deeper into my throat. His cockiness seems to have vanished the second my lips wrapped around his cock, and I smile to myself.

“Nobody has ever fit me down their throat before,” he groans when I slide back to give my poor throat a rest. “God, you’re amazing.”

I start to lick and tease the head of his cock, stroking the rest as I fondle his balls. I’ve never met a man who doesn’t absolutely melt from that trifecta, and he’s certainly not the exception. Another bead of precum forms, and I lick it off, tracing my tongue all the way down to the base before I deepthroat him again.

I can feel each vein and throb from his cock as he fucks my throat, noises falling from his mouth getting louder and louder.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gasps, pulling out of my throat, chest heaving. “I haven’t even been inside your pretty little pussy yet.”

“It would be such a shame if you didn’t get to feel how tight I am,” I sigh, looking up at him through my lashes.

He yanks my thong down, rips off my pasties, and stands up. “Bend over the arm of the couch.”

“Do you have a condom?” I ask, doing as he asks and shaking my ass invitingly.

Wilbur smiles. “Of course I do. Most condoms don’t fit me, anyway, so I have to bring my own.”

Smug bastard.

He takes off his jeans, unbuttons his shirt, and rolls on the condom. “You ready, baby girl?”

“I’ve been ready to feel you inside me the moment I saw you,” I murmur, looking over my shoulder. “Don’t go easy on me. I can take it.”

Sliding the tip of his cock through the folds of my pussy, he wraps an arm around my waist. “Oh, honey, you’ll regret saying that.”

He slides inside me slowly, letting me feel how he stretches me out, and when he’s finally all the way inside, I’d bet money that you’d see the bulge from his cock on my stomach if he flipped me over.

“Your pussy is magical,” he whispers, thrusting into me like I’m a fuckdoll for his enjoyment. As much as I’m in it for the money, it feels incredible, and I let out a small moan.

Wilbur spanks me, hard. “Louder, doll. I want to hear how good my cock makes you feel.”

“Will!” I cry out. “Fuck!”

“Good girl.” He yanks my head up by my hair. “God, you’re gorgeous. You’ve got a perfect body for me, the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.”

I moan at his words, and he fucks me harder. The music and various sounds from the club fade away, and I can only hear his grunts and moans, his skin on mine, and how wet he’s made my pussy.

“Nobody’s ever fucked me this hard,” I gasp, and he somehow goes harder. “Your cock is so good, I’m gonna cum.”

Wilbur’s hand travels down and roughly rubs my clit. I squeal, and he rubs faster. “Moan my name as you cum on my cock.”

The orgasm slams into me, fire flooding through me from our joined bodies. I’m dimly aware of the gush of liquid from between my legs, knees shaking, and he has to hold me up.

“Oh, love, that was a good one, hm?” Wilbur whispers in my ear, kisses my cheek. “Nobody will ever make you cum like I will.”

I’m in absolute ecstasy. My entire body is so sensitive after my orgasm, every thrust feels like heaven.

Suddenly, he pulls out of me, flips me onto my back, and dives right back in. He’s thrusting just as hard, but guides my face up to meet his with a kiss. Wilbur tastes like whiskey and a hint of cigarette smoke, lips surprisingly soft and tender.

“I want to watch you cum again,” he says, pulling our lips apart. “Rub your clit while I fuck you, ok, baby?”

I do as he says, and he watches hungrily as my orgasm hits. A shower of squirt rains between us, and his eyes roll back as my pussy squeezes him.

“Oh, fuck, darling, that’s going to make me cum,” Wilbur grunts. “I’m going to pull out and paint those perfect tits of yours.”

He thrusts a couple more times, pulls out, and yanks off the condom. I reach up and finish him off, enjoying his moans as the sticky, hot cum showers over me. It’s seemingly endless, rope after rope shooting out and landing on my face, tits, and stomach.

Finally, his balls are drained as promised. I let go of his cock, run a finger through a little puddle of cum, and pop it into my mouth, licking it clean with a wink. “God, I love the taste of cum.”

Wilbur grins down at me. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I stand up, heading for the cupboard where we keep wipes, tissues, and anything else that our customers might need after a great time in VIP. I toss him a bottle of water and a package of tissues to clean himself up.

“Remind me what the date is today?” Wilbur asks after a few moments, dabbing my squirt off his stomach.

I think for a second. “November 30th.”

“1130 is the pin for the card, then. I’ll set it up tonight.” He smiles at me. “How much do you charge for, uh, personal sessions? Outside of the club.”

I bat my eyelashes at him to cover up my shock. “Let me give you my phone number so we can work things out, Will.” I’d gotten a work phone at Amethyst’s suggestion, and this is the first time I’d used it.

“I’ll pay whatever fees you want,” he promises, zipping up his jeans. “My band and I are on tour a lot, and I could always fly you out. Anywhere you’ve always wanted to visit?”

Is this real?

“I’ve always wanted to travel to Australia,” I say.

He nods, grabbing out his wallet and handing me every single bill. “That’s where we’ll tour next, then. All expenses paid for you, of course. First class plane tickets, a new purse, anything you could want. It’ll be yours.”

Superstarbur: Superstarbur is very dominant in bed, but we all knew this. Choking, spanking, handcuffing his partner, tying his partner to the bed, edging, orgasm denial, making his partner beg, ruining their orgasm, and blindfolding them is what gets him off. Anything he can do to hold his power over you. He does work hard to get his partner off, not because it turns him on, but because it strokes his massive ego that he’s making you feel that good. Obviously, this man is packing a massive dick. Long, thick, and perfectly curved to hit all the spots you want it to.

Simpbur: Simpbur is quite submissive, but sometimes his obsessive nature wins and he’s demanding what he wants you to do to him. He loves to be tied down, blindfolded, choked, edged, and having his orgasms controlled by his partner. In fact, nothing turns him on more than being told exactly if and when he’s allowed to cum. If he’s being obsessive, he’ll beg to get his face sat on. He’d happily suffocate to let you use his face to get off. Call him a ‘good boy’ and he may cum in his pants. As for size, he’s a bit below average.

Incelbur: Nobody is more submissive than Incelbur. His kinks are whatever his partner’s kinks are, and he never thinks about your pleasure. He’ll jackhammer you until he cums within minutes, rolling away when he’s finished. Poor guy has a very below average dick, and if he was a decent partner, it wouldn’t matter.

Dadbur: Unsurprisingly, Dadbur has a breeding kink. His breeding kink doesn’t just involve the thought of stuffing you full of his cum, but all the dirty talk. He needs you to beg for it, needs to tell you how perfect your body is for carrying his baby, needs you to want it as badly as he does. He’s a switch, playing whatever part his partner wants from him. His partner’s pleasure is all he wants, and thinks nothing about his orgasm. It’s all about what they want. It’s rare you two would have rough, kinky sex. He prefers worshipping your body, kissing every inch, and preferring to enjoy the feelings of your bodies together instead of worrying about the climax. He’s just above average down there, but it’s thick, heavy, and curved so beautifully, you can’t believe it’s real.

Princebur: Considering Princebur doesn’t know much about sex and has only been with you, he doesn’t have any. He just loves how amazing it feels to be inside you, feel your body next to his, and lives for the feeling of your skin against his. To him, sex is far more than just producing heirs. Pretty ahead of his time. Everything about his dick is average, but obviously, he doesn’t know that people get hung up about size. Such a simple time, huh?

Vampirebur: Vampirebur is a switch. I have no basis for this, but it’s true. He loves to bite you HARD during sex, drawing blood to lick up, especially between your legs. The sight of his cum mixing with your blood makes him need a second round almost immediately. He’s basically the ideal partner if you’re into temperature play, his icy dick pushing into your warm body and making you feel every vein stretch you open. His dick is long but the girth is pretty subpar.

Having a superstar for a boyfriend was great in many ways. I’d traveled the world with him on his tours, got lavish gifts at every opportunity, and never had to worry before swiping my credit card.

However, if our schedules clashed and I had to stay behind when Wilbur was off on tour, it got incredibly lonely. The spacious home that seemed luxurious for two became echoing, empty, and silent.

My usual routine was sleep in as late as I wished, feed the stray cats Wilbur was enamoured with that slept under our porch, spend the day keeping myself busy, maybe run a few errands, then spend the evening in our bed catching up with my boyfriend. He’d call me from backstage, the tour bus, even the rare hotel room he’d book for his days off. I’d been dozing that evening when my phone buzzed me awake.

“Well, hello there, darling,” Wilbur’s soft voice made me smile. He’s lounging backstage in a dressing room, sweaty from his show that night. “Busy day for you?”

I giggle, relaxing at his familiar voice. “Oh, definitely. The cats are doing well, I tried my best to give them some attention today. What did you name the tiny black one, again?”

“Alex Turner,” he laughs. “Why, what was he up to today?”

“I brushed his fur and gave him a bit of a spa day, he wasn’t trying to claw my face off for once,” I smile. “He misses his daddy.”

Wilbur stretches his arms out over his head. “Aww, you want to keep him, don’t you?”

“I think you just like being called ‘daddy’, hm?” I tease, and he bites his lip.

“Fuck, I miss you, baby,” he sighs.

“How badly do you miss me?” I pout.

“Should’ve snuck you on the bus and into my bunk. It’s barely big enough for me, but we’d make it work, that’s how badly I miss you.”

I snuggle deeper into our bed, rolling onto my side to grin at him. “Sounds like what you said the first time we had sex.”

He groans. “Don’t remind me that we haven’t seen each other in over a week. I’m dying without you, baby.”

“Aww, does your hand not cut it anymore?” I reply teasingly. “There probably isn’t any privacy on the bus. You must be pent up.”

“Pent up is an understatement,” Wilbur murmurs. “I was hoping you’d be feeling the same way, maybe want to hear me as I cum, pretending it’s inside you?”

The heat pooling between my thighs is a normal occurrence for our calls, but I hadn’t pushed for phone sex. I knew he was usually never alone.

“Won’t people hear you?” I ask, and he shrugs. “You know I can’t say no to you, Will.”

He smiles, and I hear his zipper slowly being undone. “Good girl. I left you a little gift for just an occasion. Why don’t you check the top drawer of your nightstand?”

I reach over and pull open the drawer. There’s a wrapped box, adorned with ribbons, sitting on top of everything else.

“You can open it, love,” Wilbur softly chuckles.

I slide off the ribbons, rip open the paper, and see an inconspicuous box. Upon opening the box, I’m taken aback.

“You molded your dick for me?” I gasp, reaching in and grabbing the toy. “In my favorite color, too?”

“I couldn’t let you forget how well I fill you up, princess,” Wilbur replies. “Take off your clothes and put on my hoodie, it’s on the back of the door.”

Glancing back at the screen as I pull off my shirt, he’s set the phone up on a table in front of him. His button-down shirt is undone, fly of his jeans open, the tip of his hard cock just peaking out from the waistband of his boxers.

His hoodie is gigantic on me, of course, falling to mid-thigh. Wilbur was always begging me to wear it when we fucked, and I loved the feeling of him filling me up with cum as I was wrapped in his scent.

“Let me see you too, baby,” he whispers, rubbing a thumb across the tip of his cock and softly groaning. “I want to watch your gorgeous pussy cum for me.”

I sit back against the headboard, legs spread. Wilbur licks his lips.

“Fuck, I miss my favourite snack,” he sighs, rubbing his hand over his clothed cock. “Why don’t you slide that toy in your tight little pussy, see if it fits?”

Spitting on the dildo, I lick and suck on the tip before sliding as much as I can down my throat. Wilbur softly curses, pulling his jeans and boxers down around his knees and pumping his cock a few times.

“Aww, does that turn you on, baby?” I coo, pulling the toy out of my mouth and rubbing it on my clit. “You like pretending that’s me getting you off?”

“Oh, darling, I’m not pretending.” Wilbur winks at me, digging into his backpack and pulling out one of my thongs and my body lotion. “I’m going to breathe in that perfect pussy as your lotion makes me cum.”

My clit throbs. “I knew you stole my lotion!”

Wilbur spreads the lotion up and down his shaft and presses the panties over his nose. “Aww, you’ll stop complaining when my cock stretches you out, won’t you?”

I slide the tip into my soaked pussy, eyes rolling back in my head from the feeling. His breathing through the phone, combined with the slick sounds of his cock and his fist only add to the pleasure.

“Good girl, good,” Wilbur praises, groaning as I finally take all of the toy. “Fuck yourself and pretend it’s the real thing.”

Gripping the base, I slowly thrust the silicone in and out of me, toes curling every time I push it deeper. He must’ve spent a fortune on it. Aside from it being colder and firmer, the veins and tiny details are identical.

“Faster,” he growls, breathing in the scent of my thong.

I oblige, crying out from the pleasure swirling in my stomach. I was fucking myself so hard it almost hurt, but I couldn’t stop.

“Look at you,” Wilbur whispers. “You’re whining from just a piece of silicone? Dirty little thing. Pathetic.”

It was embarrassing how much being degraded turned me on. He knew this, and loved it.

“You should be grateful that I’m going to even consider letting you cum,” he continues. “Why should you be allowed to cum on something that’s not my dick?”

All I can do is whine.

“Slap yourself.” Wilbur demands, and I immediately obey, palm striking my cheek with a sting. “You little slut, look at you. You do what I say without even knowing why, don’t you?”

“Of course, anything for you, Will,” I reply, cutting off with a moan. “I always obey you.”

I glance down at the screen. He’s smiling at me. “That’s my good girl,” he whispers. “Go on, why don’t you use that dildo and make yourself cum for me?”

I eagarly thrust it harder and faster, breaths coming faster and faster. “Oh, fuck, Will, I’m gonna cum.”

“Ok. Stop.”

I let go of the toy with a wounded look, and he’s smirking. “You really thought you’d be cumming? Silly girl. You know I’m always in charge.”

Wilbur is still stroking himself, lotion and precum oozing in a thick mixture between his fingers and dripping onto his stomach. Everything between my legs throbs, and wetness smears between them.

“What do I need to do so you let me cum,” I whimper, squirming around on our sheets.

“Oh, let me think, darling,” Wilbur pretends to think. “Why don’t you edge yourself so I can get myself off?”

I reach down to rub my clit, groaning. “And then I can cum?”

“If I feel like it.”

I can tell Wilbur is trying to act dominant, but the act is fading as he gets closer to his own release.

“Cum with me,” he grunts, hips shaking as he tries to control his orgasm. “I’m close.”

I lean my head back, eyes squeezed shut, but he stops me. “Eyes on me, princess. Watch me as you cum. Need you to know I’m the only person to turn you on this much.”

Just as I gasp and lean into the climax, I hear Wilbur groan out a long, shaky “fuuuuuck’, and watch him explode all over himself. Liquid gushes from between my thighs as the pleasure bursts from every pore. His grunts as his hips pump into his hands only add to the sheer bliss.

“Oh, good girl, that’s my good girl,” he praises once he opens his eyes, down from his high. “Look at how much you came!

“I can say the same about you,” I slyly retort. “I’m not sure if I’m looking at my boyfriend or a human fountain.”

Laughing, Wilbur reaches for a towel on the table in front of him, wiping up the sticky rivers dripping from his skin. “I can also say the same about you, darling. God, we needed that, huh?”

Superstarbur: This man can kiss. Always a little too rough or strong, though. You get the sense he’s kissing you purely to drink in your lust over him, and you can tell this turns him on. Superstarbur’s hands are never still when kissing you, preferring to rest in your hair as a handle to yank your head back and cover your neck in love bites and hickies.

Simpbur: Simpbur is a nervous kisser, always too much tongue, forgetting to breathe, or accidentally biting your lip. He’s so desperate, so horny for you that he doesn’t care how bad the kissing is, His mouth is on yours, your spit glistening on his chapped lips. He’d dart out his tongue to taste you, still on his mouth, and dive in for more. His hands never stop moving, grasping at your chest, between your legs, your butt, any inch of exposed skin.

Incelbur: Let’s be honest. Incelbur is a terrible kisser. His mouth tastes like nicotine, the sharp bite of cigarettes overriding the breathmint hastily swallowed before he saw you. If you can put up with that, you might get lucky and he’s cum in his pants within 30 seconds.

Dadbur: Dadbur kisses like it’s his sole purpose in life. Soft, tender, the edge of his tongue tracing the inside of your lower lip before giving it a gentle bite. His hand would gently caress your cheek, the other pulling you in by your waist. He’s a tall man, and if you’re shorter, he loves you sitting on his lap so he can look up at you as you kiss.

Beardbur: Another Bursona who’s surprisingly good at kissing, Beardbur loves how your smile feels against his when his beard tickles your face. He’d only trim his beard so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable, as he loves kissing, Honestly? He could probably just go the rest of his life without sex if he got to make out with you on the daily.

Vampirebur: Vampirebur cannot kiss without his teeth being involved. He’s either biting your lip or tongue, tearing clothes anyway from your neck to sink his teeth into your sweet blood, or nibbling on your chest. He’s not a great kisser, but oh boy does that man have a biting kink. If you do too, you’re in for a treat. Your skin is never unmarked by his teeth.