You come over on Sunday morning. I’ve had QUITE the night. Just your random, average orgy over here at the Beautiful People Club. You’re not hot enough to join my parties, but you’re sitting here on the edge of your seat listening to me talk about them. You could be out at brunch with your friends, but you don’t have any. I barely pay attention to you but somehow I am your universe. I bet you would do anything for me, huh? Like drink this glass of cum that’s about 15 loads deep?
