Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)
Who is...undressing *right* in front of you. You stammer, and you need to force your mouth closed to avoid literally drooling.
She laughs.
"Nothing you haven't seen before, I'm sure." and you can literally feel the blood rushing to your cock.
"Should we uhh...go upst--" you begin but she comes in close and kisses you on the neck, sucking just a bit.
"Shhhh. This is a rancher, there *is* no upstairs." she whispers, "besiders, hunger is the best appetizer."
She downs the drink in a single gulp, handing you back the empty glass, and kisses you fully on the mouth with tongue as you just turn to jelly. She aggressively strokes at your cock through your pants, and then suddenly stops and turns around to continue dressing.
You're rock hard, and have a bit of a buzz on so you take yours slightly more slowly, and think to yourself that Abby might be able to drink you under the table, and that, being a tiny town with nothing to do most of the year, drinking might be the local pastime.
You resolve not to try to go shot-for-shot with her or anyone else tonight.
"Pace yourself," you remind yourself as you finish your drink, and for at least the second time today, you kinda curse that you didn't jerk off before you got here.