The Thrill Is Gone
Sasha, my dear, when you look into my eyes while sucking another man’s cock, or while taking huge dicks up the ass, or performing any other of your vast repertoire of filthy, filthy acts, I’m just not feeling it like I used to.
It’s not you, it’s me.
Perhaps you are over-exposed.
Perhaps hardcore sucking and fucking and cumming is starting to get a little boring and repetitive for me, no matter who’s performing it. Whatever it is, let’s face it, Sasha: I haven’t masturbated to you in months.
I think it would better for us both if we stopped kidding ourselves and just went out separate ways.
No, Sasha…my feelings for Amber have nothing to do with this.
Nothing at all. Don’t be ridiculous, Sasha.
