I press my body into theirs. They blend into one man. One cock, one mouth, one being that still does not add up. And I smile over bad food and I giggle over expensive drinks, and I keep my eyes open when I cum one hand on their back one on my clit. And they always call again. They call and ask for another date. They compliment my boots and say I am funny. They ask about my family and my dreams. And I stare blankly at their lips my eyes grazing the outline of their cock in their jeans. And I count the minutes till the check comes and the alcohol takes effect and I can convince them to reach up my skirt in public. To kiss me deep and full of tongue on the well lit street. And again as I loose their name for a moment I cal them baby as fingers, tongue and cock slip deep inside me. And so they all become one man one mouth one cock.
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