Had Dan fucked enough bitches? Had he really been deep in enough guts?
Most people would say yes. But Dan had always diverted from the norm. He wanted pussy the way other people wanted a nice hamburger. Easily and on the regular. He wanted to spread those buttery buns, crinkle that lettuce and provide a healthy amount of meat.
Unfortunately he often got the orders mixed up and gave a hefty cheeseburger instead but Dan thought overall he was doing a pretty good job.
At least his dick got a nice wash when he was circumcised. How long ago was that now? 3 years ago? Oh well. Not the longest he'd gone. As long as he didn't ask for blowjobs his fucking career had gone just fine.
Sometimes he thanked god he wasn't flexible - the smell had never bothered him. He just stopped asking for blowies because he realised it just wasn't a turn on to see girls eyes stream. And that was another reason he was happy he wasn't flexible - men don't cry.
Dans worst fear was onions. He had to dodge when he saw those bitches although to be fair that was his reaction to most vegetables.
He had a new client today - a lovely lady called Tammy. He'd found her on tinder and flicked left immediately- he loved a mature bird every now and again. It was good to fuck someone who didn't make him look like a sexual predator. He'd hit her with some cheesy lines (not the only cheesy thing she'd be getting) and she was coming over to his house later that afternoon. He had a great show in store.
