I don’t look at his face when I stroke his cock, and even though I don’t look at his lips I can feel his smile radiating around us as my tongue flicks forward, grazes gently across his slit. Porn vedio Broken glass. He looks exhausted. “Nothing. Skin light as creamed coffee but darker than mine, eyes the color of, well, the color of the midnight that surrounds me. Mostly because I killed my father’s beloved Sparta, and partly because I want nothing more than to own up to my own shit for once. “Cause I did it!” I admit before I change my mind. Marco keeps texting me, worrisome and naughty. Slamming shut. But Mal was right. You know how this works.”
“Mal -”
“Shut the fuck up,” he says. He’s yet to reply. Safety in his arms. But I erase them. Stare into his emerald eyes, look at the curl in his scarlet hair. Our dicks are almost exactly the same. I toss and turn, look at the ceiling. Truth is, the buzz I have is all made up in my head. Nothing enters, nothing leaves. Too buzzed to care enough to turn them on. Little girth. Mal’s a vegetarian. Skin light as creamed coffee but darker than mine, eyes the color of, well, the color of the midnight that surrounds me.
