He looks at you over his glass and you’re already thinking about his mouth.

You’re in front of him.
He’s very handsome. He’s big, the way you like. The open shirt shows the start of his chest and you can already picture the rest: hairy, hot, with that belly underneath.
He motions you closer with his hand.
You sit beside him on the armchair. He takes you by the neck and puts his tongue in your mouth.
It’s wet, full of saliva and brandy. It travels your whole mouth.
He sucks your tongue, fills you, passes the liquor from his tongue to yours.
Your cock gets hard.
He tells you to suck his nipples.
You open his shirt wider and you do it.
You lick them, suck them, bite the hair on his chest a little.
Then he pushes your face down to his fly.
He opens it. He puts his cock in your mouth.
He presses your head onto it so you’ll take it all.
You like him pressing you. You like him taking over.
You feel it thick, hot, filling you, pushing into your throat.
You’re going to give him everything he wants.
Whatever he asks for. He decides. You swallow.
Would you like to be there with him?