Q,
Where are you, my love? These many nights I lie awake, my body glistening with piss and throbbing at the thought of your Vulcan salute… But nothing.
Each day I set out an extra cup of coffee, anticipating the fullness of your lips pressed against my hot red mug… But nothing.
My body can't take much more of this. It's horseshit, and I NEED the feeling of your truthstick filling up my brainhole… I need it so bad. What I wouldn't give to be forcefed a spoonful of your creamy wokeness. Your hand pressing my face into the floor, your other holding my mouth open as you unload that hot truth right into me.
Holy shit, my taint is so wet. Please, Q. PLEASE fill me up, daddy.