I did as I was told, leaving my backside exposed to her. Juliet's tongue greedily bathed my dangling balls in spit. I snorted the coke aggressively, always loving the immediate rush of anticipation. There was just something sexy about it, and doing lines on a private jet with Juliet made it feel glamorous. It also felt better having the starlet suck my balls while the coke rocked my brain.

"Shit, that's nice," I said. "Let's fuck. Right now."

"Why don't you just bend me over this table and pick a hole," Juliet suggested.

I ground my crotch into her ass as she backed it into me. But I had something...