The other week I was performing a blow job after countless vodka-based drinks and I thought I was doing a bang up job until I heard him say, "I like how you are leaving your vomit on my leg" and I looked up to see that I had indeed expelled a good mouthful of booze and bile on his upper thigh. To my credit, I dutifully mopped it up with a paper towel, before continuing to suck his dick. To his credit, he thought it was funny. Well, he must have, because he bought me dinner afterward, and it wasn't like, two dollar tacos.
I wish I had more to share with you readers (are there any left after my hiatus?) but I've been considerably more chaste than I was this summer where it was footloose and panty free.
