I never really understood what a mercy fuck was until last night.
“Chris” is a 33 year old bank employee who I think has sex so seldom that his hymen has grown back. He has a face that only a mother could love. He sat on my sofa and asked me if I would hold him. Just hold him. Poor dear.
OK, I did give him the best head of his life, poor dear. And I held onto him for a long time and stroked his hair. And he asked me if we would be able to do this again, but I told him that the likelihood of that was pretty slim, but I was kind about it.
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