
Shit, the hotel room’s a wreck and we’re out here running casting calls in this mess. Macy shows up looking like she’s still carded at the liquor store—quiet, wide-eyed, barely knows where to put her hands. Clothes hit the floor, we throw her on the bed, and five minutes later I’m wiping her juice off my chin. She floods every few minutes, soaking straight through the sheets and into the mattress. Yeah, she’s a squirter, no doubt about it. A little ego trip when a girl drenches you, but goddamn, I should’ve laid down towels first.
Shit, the hotel room’s a wreck and we’re out here running casting calls in this mess. Macy shows up looking like she’s still carded at the liquor store—quiet, wide-eyed, barely knows where to put her hands. Clothes hit the floor, we throw her on the bed, and five minutes later I’m wiping her juice off my chin. She floods every few minutes, soaking straight through the sheets and into the mattress. Yeah, she’s a squirter, no doubt about it. A little ego trip when a girl drenches you, but goddamn, I should’ve laid down towels first.