Forget About the Carpet

Okay. You can open your eyes.

Hehe. Hey there, sexy. Like what you see? Yeah. Was a real challenge hiding this in my pants during dinner, trust me. He likes you, same as me. Sexy thing. Come lay right next to me and my horsecock. Yeah, just here. It’s warm, don’t worry. If the fire doesn’t do it, I’ve got something nice and hot for—

What?

No, it’s fine. It won’t take long to finish. Just come lie down, cutie. Feel my dick a little. I wanna cuddle up to you and frot against your—

Really. It’s fine! Come on. Here—I’ll drink it all. There, better? The…huh? No, it won’t fall over. I’ll move it. It’s not…no, it won’t stain. It doesn’t matter. It’s not a…

I don’t care if it does, don’t worry. It’s not a problem. It’s just a carpet. I can wash it out—

Well then I can’t, it’s still fine. That’s not what’s important here. Forget about the carpet. Come and have a glass and then we can put the bottle away and—

I promise you, it doesn’t matter if—

…because I’m going to fuck you like four times and I cum like a fucking zebra every time and it’s going to wreck the carpet anyway so who cares if a bit of wine gets on it!

…

…at least four, yep. I don’t have a refractory period so I—

…fuck, that’s a nice ass…

…exactly, cutie. Fuck the carpet. But only after you. So come ride this stallion’s cock, and let’s have some fun…