Eat Pussy Like a Fat Kid Eats Cake

After making out on my bed for what seems like an eternity, my thespian asks, “Do you always kiss like that?” Taken back, chunks of shaky silent stumbles out of my mouth between words, “Yeah. No? I don’t know.” How drunk am I?  Until I blurt, “Why?” in the bitchiest tone I know. “I can tell you’re…