“Get to work, slut.” Everyone had been talking about the bitch working the gloryhole tonight, news of it travelling half-way around the bar before it even reached Damon’s ears, so he knew he wasn’t getting some pristine virgin’s mouth tonight---but with how hard his cock was, he really didn’t care what was wetting it. His palms flattened against the wood of the bathroom stall as he impatiently wiggled his hips, giving his cock a little bounce for the slut on the other side. “Your jaw better not be getting sore yet, either. As you can see...” He gave a short and quick laugh, dripping with arrogance. “...I’m pretty fuckin’ thick.”









