Red Wine and Late Night Blowjobs

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He never shuts up. Except for when I go down on him, and the only thing escaping his lips are moans. I guess, he’s hot. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here, pressing my lips against the wine glass as I take a sip, and listen to him talk about work and buying a flat one day. Most of his words pass my ears, not even registering. I don’t care that much, really.