you let Me taunt you into shot-for-shot. So here you are at the bar, 8 shots in with a man twice your size. This isn't going to end well, but you have your pride. So what if you're sick in the morning?
At 10 shots in you ran out of money. I'm certain you saw Me hide half of it, but you're too far gone and it didn't even register in your vacant drunk eyes. I suggested we go back to My place because the competition was still undecided.
At 12 shots in your lips were completely numb and coherent thoughts were no longer in attendance. you wonder if I'm even drinking anymore but I keep pouring you shots. I said something about you feeling hot and that we should get naked, so I led you to My room.
At 14 shots the only thing you felt was your dildo between your legs. It felt bigger and warmer than usual, and you barely had to touch it to make it move, but it felt soooo good. Did...did it just cum inside you?
