I thought I'd caught myself on fire. I looked at him. I watched Richard's body while I did it. The lips were fuller, as if he'd gotten a collagen injection while we weren't looking.
He didn't fight, but he kept himself just above my face. I looked up Richard's face, and said, I want to see if I can deep throat you. I wanted meat. So why had I thought it at all? Because I am a master at screwing up my own love life.
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