I can't see much but floor, my pants and shoes in the mirror and the fresh looking chinese character tattoo on her dusky tight leg. Somehow I know she's going to taste sweet like artificial coconut. I want so much for her to let me have a taste as her oily hands slide up my back like its a stratocaster and she's playing the solo on Guns and Roses Sweet Child of Mine. I'm ten minutes in to a hour I paid for and there is basically no blood in my brain because its all been diverted to my boner. She's massaged all the blood into my stiffy and in a minute she's going to turn me over. I'm going to beg her to take off her top and let me return her tender touch. I'm going to nibble her nutty essence and fondle her lush lady bullseyes.