Once about two years ago at this small place in Queens one Saturday night, I'm in one room getting pretty good service and I can hear a guy next door BEGGING to finish on his girl's face. I don't hear her because she had the good sense to be quiet (or she didn't speak English well enough) but he's saying, in a full voice, 'your face...your face....please, let me *** on you face....your face....me ***....your face...please, baby.'
I mean, for like five minutes. To the point where my girl looked up and we broke character and shared a laugh. I did not finish on my girl's face, though.
I mean, for like five minutes. To the point where my girl looked up and we broke character and shared a laugh. I did not finish on my girl's face, though.