He could have sworn his leg twitched as she gripped him in just the right place. "Oh, fuck Zel." He whispered, almost as if he had to whisper or else he'd be too loud. One extreme or the other. His fingers slipped into her hair as she teased and tormented him. When he didn't continue talking she stopped and gave him a look, gripping him a little harder. "Okay... where... okay... um." He found it very hard to focus on his story and what she was doing. "So, find the right guy and you know me, almost always ready to go, but it doesn't matter because all the foreplay and over the clothes stuff happens at the table, or on the dance floor... fuck that's good..." He gritted his teeth as her soft lips and warm breath over his cock made his whole body quiver with pleasure. "So, the dance floor." Yea, his story was a bit disjointed. "Nothing like dancing molecules apart from someone, hot and sweaty to get things started. Even more fun when you find someone who doesn't shy away from a little feel up where anyone could see. And guys tend to wear such tight jeans to the clubs."
He licked his lips as he continued. "There's not always as much subtlety in the bathrooms. Typically it's a very 'straight to business' sort of thing... well except for the part where you normally get a tongue in the ass first." He chuckled lightly. "Unlike you girls, there's no natural lube. Though sometimes you do find a guy who has some... or are in Talons. Then I just lean over, grab that rail and..." He swallowed hard. The way her tongue moved and every time she caught that sensitive part of his tip. "Oh fuck doll. Please." He begged.