69 Nice (1/2)
Ah...
Ah, fuck.
Yeah, that shit's good.
Oh, shiiit. That was awesome!
Fuck, fuck. FUCK! Fuck...
Ah, that's good...
Ha...
I dropped my phone beside me as I laid on my bed, tired and disgusted by what I was just watching. Morning woods genuinely are something. It turns a person who had just barely woken up into a beat that would drop the biggest, fattest, hottest, thickest, most abso-fucking-lutely significant load. Then, it would backtrack real fucking hard by making them so exhausted that everything their senses register on their mind instantly turns into nothing but the vilest, most deprived hellspawn on Earth.
Well, that doesn't matter anyway. I'm done with that. I hurriedly pulled three tissue papers from the table a few centimeters away from my bed. After wiping both my hands and my stomach, I crumpled the tissue papers into a ball of a wet mess, covered with a white blob that I wished none of the people I knew would see. I then continued lying on my bed like a gingerbread man while looking at how my ceiling fan swirls endlessly to bring the forces of the air forcefully onto my sweaty looking-ass face.
I then started to realize that my day has already begun. That means people needed to talk, and things needed to be done. Ha... I want to sleep more, and the sound coming from the ceiling fan just further hypnotizes me more, lulling my mind deep into the thought of another few hours of sleep.
However, after thinking about the many things I would lose if I keep this up, I finally grabbed my phone oh so reluctantly to chat my boss and talk to our business partners and... ugh! Fuck. I forgot that I haven't closed the porn I was watching yet; I haven't even paused the damn thing. My phone was muted, so I wasn't ready to see more of that nasty shit I just busted my nut off to directly on my face out of nowhere. I instinctively scrolled my screen hard, so my eyes would avoid seeing whatever hardcore shit I was watching, which made me remember about a Rihanna song for a bit... something, something about sticks and stones. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
I shook my head, telling myself that I must put my game face on now cuz work is waiting, and this BDSM shit had to go... Well, that is until I saw that one ad that suddenly irked my interest.
It was one of those small ads in below the video, very tiny actually; it was just this rectangular-shaped thing that no one probably paid attention to, I know I wouldn't even know this ad existed if it wasn't for those two striking words that lured my interest in a snap.
”... Plural Heights...”
I knitted my brows together and narrowed my eyes to look at that tiny little ad space at the bottom of a porn video of all places.
”Lonely? Plural Heights will make you happy!” Followed by a sketchy-looking phone number and their email address.
It's... Well, I gotta admit, it sounds a whole lot like many of the other porn ads I could possibly find. One of those ”Hot Singles in Your Area” kind of ad that a person who visited a porn site would already be sick of seeing. However, those ads are rather catchy; not to mention, it was also backed by a rather provocative picture or a short clip at best.
This one? I mean, the Plural Heights ad... Mmm... Nah! It's too dull. I mean, it does have a small image accompanying it, but it's just a very, very indistinguishable and pixilated picture of what seems like... a building? I'm not sure what they're trying to do with such a shitty-looking ad.