What a long week. There’s nothing more that I want than a stiff cock to take away the stress. But since you’re too busy to call or cum by, I guess a stiff whiskey will have to do for now.
As I grabbed the whiskey from the cabinet, I couldn’t help but notice how long and thick the neck of the bottle was. And the already ribbed glass was the last piece I needed to convince myself. Before I knew it, that whiskey bottle was buried deep inside of me, relieving all the stress of my week.
After cumming so hard I was practically cross-eyed, I licked the bottle clean of my sweet juice, unscrewed the cap, and poured myself a “stiff” one.