Page 67 of Father of the Bride
Thelastthingtheguys needed was liquor in their systems, but the whiskey tasting had already been paid for and Mark wasn’t in the mood to waste money.
The speakeasy was tucked away behind a downtown barbershop, one of those old school joints with black and white tile floors and swirled barber poles. After whispering the secret password to the bouncer, Davion and his guests descended a narrow staircase into a room that smelled like smoke, wood, and whiskey.
The tasting lasted an hour, after which Mark sat at the poker table, sipping a deep amber single malt that burned slow and clean. He was just tipsy enough to be relaxed, but not so buzzed he didn’t know exactly what was going on.
Did you enjoy your massage?
I did. Thank you
My pleasure baby girl. I told you
Is this what the kids call pressure?
He chuckled at that.
Nah. I’m wooing you
Same romance, different decade
Yeah but one thing ain’t changed
Let me guess…
You fucking my brains out
Couldn’t have said it better myself
You so damn sexy
I need that tonight
Come and get it
Famous last words
Btw something you did sparked my curiosity
???
You like nut/cum?
LOL
Interesting question
…
How’d you know?
you spraying it on yourself was kind of a tell
Secret’s out, I guess lol
Do you like that I like it?
I’m rock hard right now
So yeah
