damn boy do i have it bad

I stress write porn like you wouldn't know. Three days until my OAT take 2 and all I want to write is Stacker Pentecost going down on his knees in front of Hercules Hansen in his office, the edge of his desk clutched in his hands, knuckles white as the Marshal swallows him down to the hilt. Herc with his flight suit undone and pushed down over his hips, his tank top shoved up, cotton between his teeth as Stacker hollows his cheeks.

Yup.