The Job

 

I love my job. And by “job”, of course I mean “blowjob”.

And apparently, I’m very good at it. How do I know? Because I’ve washed more spoodge out of my hair than Tom Cruise.

So one thing I can’t stand is when I’m doing my thing and a guy puts his hands on my head to guide me. I don’t need a tour guide to direct me to where your dick is, it’s currently in my mouth.

So just sit back and relax and let me do my job.