Chapter 583

"You think you would get harder if you did those other two lines?" she asked.

"You know that answer as well as I do," I said. "I love fucking on coke. It makes me feel like Superman."

"Well, then you better do them before I do," Juliet said.

Before I could move closer to the coke, she had my belt and fly undone. As I slid over toward it, she deftly slipped my pants and boxers off.

"Just lean over," she said. "Let me lick your balls while you hit it."

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 fu