I jabbed myself with the syringe.
It didn't take long.
I was looking down from the ceiling.
I could see a fifty-one-year-old fucking a 34-year-old.
Sure, that guy I was looking down at had folds of fat.
Too many years of drinking Red Bulls and smoking Camel cigarettes.
But then I looked at Megan.
She was moaning.
She had that ecstatic look on her face.
Was she looking up at me in the ceiling and fantasizing about my massive hard-on?
She reached up and started sucking that hard-on dangling from the ceiling.
I have no idea what she put in the syringe, but this fuck fell into the realm of a Salvador Dali painting, but without the dripping clocks.
It didn't take long.
I was looking down from the ceiling.
I could see a fifty-one-year-old fucking a 34-year-old.
Sure, that guy I was looking down at had folds of fat.
Too many years of drinking Red Bulls and smoking Camel cigarettes.
But then I looked at Megan.
She was moaning.
She had that ecstatic look on her face.
Was she looking up at me in the ceiling and fantasizing about my massive hard-on?
She reached up and started sucking that hard-on dangling from the ceiling.
I have no idea what she put in the syringe, but this fuck fell into the realm of a Salvador Dali painting, but without the dripping clocks.
