My face stays inches from yours the whole time. I pull my top down and tell you what I'd do to you if we had more than a few minutes, how hard I'd let you use me, how many times you'd come back for it. Then I count you down — and I tell you to cheat on her while you paint my tits and my face with it. All of it. Everything you've been holding in all year.
And you'll be back next week. We both know that.
