He showed up in the middle of the night. I'm not complaining, I'm always in the mood when it comes to him, but GOD, did he have to wake me up at two in the morning?
"Hey," he says softly.
"Hey," I respond.
There's a long silence. I almost fall back asleep.
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"I... want to try something," he replies.
"Okay..." I start, but he immediately starts taking his clothes off. I do the same.
"Lie down," he instructs. He then takes his dick out and positions it over my mouth. Am I giving him head?
I guess not, because he starts to piss. The gold liquid tastes like salt and spice and everything nice.
"A little water sports," he says with a suggestive tone and keeps pissing.
When he's done, I feel a bit out-competes for kinkiness, so I turn us over and chain him to the bed with furry handcuffs. I then sit on his chest and let a fat shit slide out.
"Smells nice," he says.
