down in me

1.
The thing that you have to understand is that she’s a true professional. I mean, when you’re doing a photo shoot with Jenna, there’s no bullshit. What I most admire about her is that she has crazy control over her body. Every single inch of space is accounted for. Every limb, every curve, down to each finger, she controls it all. I think it’s all that yoga she does. But it’s not just that, it’s the way she regulates her breathing, in time with the flash. Her tongue is always at the optimum level of moisture. Seriously, I know it sounds ridiculous but she’s taught me so much. Oh you know what else? Okay, so sometimes you’ll be doing a photoshoot with someone, especially someone who might be a little inexperienced and you can smell the arousal wafting off them like fumes from a fishmonger’s. Like, you barely haven’t even grazed a nipple yet and their shit is salivating. Not with Jenna man, she can even control her arousal. So we get done with the preliminary shoot and it’s time to get nasty for the video and it’s like everything she had inside comes rushing out all at once and she becomes this gloriously sticky mess. That’s a pro yo, ha ha. That’s a true pro.

2.
I’m a kill that motherfucker, Jake. That motherfucker don’t know how much I dream of knifin’ him in the face. I’m a … OK, I’m not gonna kill ‘im. That’d give him too much reason to survive. Like inspire him to carry on. Like I’m adversity and dude’s gonna overcome ME. Hell naw. Jake exists on the motherfuckin’ cusp of the crest of my life and to kill a motherfucker is to kill a wave that washes over adversarily or some shit. Summarily, I ain’t about to. I’m a kiss that motherfucker. I’m a sit in righ’ close and I’m a whisper don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, son. This old stranger right ‘ere’s got nothing but love for his fellow man, you know what I’m sayin’? I’m a spit him some shit straight out of my favourite book the motherfuckin’ bible. That bastard’s been around and up the tree of motherfuckin’ life for too long but I’m not gonna be Judas or whoever killed the priest, oh no. That sure as hell ain’t gonna be me.