
All Three Loads Wasted, Sinner
Three times down tonight, sinner, and you ruin every single one. The red funnel takes you to the point of no return and then my hand comes off yours — except it was never on yours, which is the part you'll think about tomorrow. First ruin is easy. Second one hurts. Third one happens on a cock that's already sore and already empty, and that's the one I actually want. In between you'll be awake with your eyes open and asliip everywhere else. Kneel and look into the middle of the spiral. Squeeze the crown on every word.
