Sometimes a dick in your face isn’t a good thing
I hate when I’m sitting down on a crowded train and some odd looking bloke’s dick is right in my face. As long as its been since I’ve had one, I still don’t need strange dick in my face when all I care about is getting home to my sofa. I can’t stop staring even though I know what’s under those pants is something scary and most likely unkempt. I just can’t handle this shit when I’m tired and cranky
