I can't see much but floor, my pants and shoes in the mirror and the fresh looking chinese character trident tattoo on her dusky tight leg and those knock-off crocs.  Somehow I know she's going to taste sweet like artificial coconut. I want so much her hairless legs as her oily hands slide up my back like its Le Cruise dog stratocaster and she's playing the solo on G'n'R: Sweet Child of Mine. I'm ten minutes in to a hour my mong money paid for and there is basically no blood in my brain because its all been diverted to my boner. I have to lie off to the side! She's massaged all the blood into my stiffy and in a minute she's going to turn me over. She's going to let me put my hand up her top and return her tender touch. I'm going to nibble her nutty essence and fondle her lush lady bullseyes.