You walk in to my office. I tell you I have a black leather couch we can take for a spin around the studio. I walk over to the minibar and start off by offering you a drink. Then I undo my zipper while you’re talking and my semi hard cock flops out my pants and shows its lovely face.
Before you acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation, I explain by telling you I’m ultra sensitive to the fabric of my pants and to not mind my open carefree nature. You continue tell me about the traffic on the way here but are unable to keep your eyes off it at that point. It’s so.. perfect. The right length, perfect girth.. You want to taste the bead of pre-cum that is forming on the tip. You start to stare, stopping mid sentence. It’s inevitable, you decided you’re going to go for it and you drop to your knees and take me into your mouth. I begin to urinate and you choke a little but are turned on by my boldness and begin swallowing my steady stream. You never thought you would be on your knees drinking pee but then again, you never met a stud like me.