Why on Earth would a stripper assume I like to cuddle after squishing her (ginormous) pillows into my face during a lap dance?
Something about the manner of which my face scissored her cleavage?
Did I nuzzle my head into her “shoulder” for too long?
Perhaps I looked as though I needed a nap. I did leave abruptly because I was bored.
It’s a usual Monday thought after the alcoholic haze has left from your weekend…
Whatever. She talked way too much anyway.
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