I've unfortunately been denied on many an occasion. The thought that goes in my head is that the whore is embarrassed from the stank exfoliating from her cunt.
I'm just glad that the following thought never went through my head, 'I hope my under-carriage doesn't stink.'
I remember one time drinking all day at some Guinness/Oyster festival in NYC. I think I was vomiting on the side of the road by noon. It was a hot, sweat day and somehow (with the help of cocaine) I was able to ride out this buzz till 2am when I won't home with a lucky damsel.
She went down on me and I remember thinking, 'My balls must stink.' But I wasn't concerned, in fact I think I was giggling. My taint must have been all crusty from taking dumps all day from all the Guiness, Oysters, and Booger Sugar.
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