“Are you here with anyone?” Trish asked him.“Just my friend Steve,” he answered, “We were hoping to meet some girls, but it doesn’t look l...ke there are any here tonight.”“Oh, too bad,” Trish said, “I’m sure two sexy studs like you would have no trouble at all.”“Do you think we are sexy?” Bobby asked.The testosterone vibe of these two studs was unmistakable.“Oh yes—very,” Trish answered with a wink, “And you look like you know how to appreciate a woman too.”“Damn right I do,” Bobby replied with. More of my company kept butchering the Winterfell garrison wholesale, my whores doing a particularly efficient job of slicing throats in the darkness.“Watch, just as one of your peasants did, while you raped his wife and he slowly hanged to death, while the bastard that you got on said wife is exsanguinated. It is futile, fighting me. I’m neither living nor dead, but Nosferatu, the Undead, a vampire, a ghoul, a creature of the night and of darkness. We live off the blood of living mortals, our. ”“I got it, I got it,” you say.“And do your laundry!” She snaps, pushing the heaped basket of dirty clothes. “It smells like a gym in here.”Your mom finally departs and you rise from your bed. You stuff your hand down your shorts and itch your balls. Your hand brushes against your thick cock. You’re broke, no job, your football muscles are already going soft, and your girlfriend has been dodging your calls, but at least you’ve got a big dick going for you.You saunter over to the window and move. Her ass cheeks just bouncing with soap dripping down them and then she bent over to grab the shampoo and her ass showed me everything it had, that tight little asshole and that perfect cameltoe cunt. Before I completely blew my load, I went into the hallway and found the nearest bathroom or toilet, somewhere where I could blow my load. As I was stroking myself I heard the shower turn off, so I stroked faster so that I wouldn’t get caught. I continued stroking and the n I heard her leave her.