Hey DipperPines, I'd like to take you back to my place after a couple of drinks at the swanky bar that just opened up next door.
By the time we got out of the elevator, I'd already have you stripped down to your boxers. Without so much as a whisper, I'd lead you into my apartment and then bedroom, to the front of the full length mirror on my wall.
After running my hands up and down your chest, over your shoulders, and down your manly arms, I'd kneel down in front of you, with you watching me in the mirror as my lips grazed the cotton fabric of your underwear.
I'd slowly pull your boxers down over your hips, struggling to get them over your rock hard member, which you can tell I am more than impressed by. I run my lips across your pelvis, kissing my way over to your erection, slowly sucking you in until you hit the back of my throat.
I am so turned on watching your reaction that I can't take it anymore. I stand up and you grab my ass, pulling my hips into yours. I am watching you, and you are watching me in the mirror. You forcibly grab my neck, choking me, and make me watch as well. My simultaneous cries of pain and joy are drowned out by the sound of me begging you to fuck me however you want, and we continue making love to each other to the rhythmic cadence of our balls slapping into each other