My excitement skyrockets and so does my erection. I think trying to rationalise this despair I feel In my chest, but in whichever the case may be, the cravings are becoming more than I could ever possibly bare on my own. I work in the industrial district of my city, and I’ve caught glimpses or heard rumors of women that wander the streets at night. For weeks now I’ve been feverishly looking for someone to plug, in a vain attempt to fill the hole I have carved in my soul. In the low light of my radio I see her lick her large lips “That’s a damn big dick for an old white man.”
“Um, thanks,” I say twisting in my seat uncomfortably. Her pupils begin to grow with excitement, and she obediently begins to suck and lick my balls, cleansing them of the offensive act she had perpetrated against my jewels.
