Go with it

She grabbed the Vodka bottle and took another swig. It was as if the only thing the little angel on her right shoulder could say was "Drink more so you can at least pretend to tell yourself that you wouldn't have done this sober." The little devil on her other shoulder was already busy mastrubating.

Faye leaned forward, her pouty lips parting. She stretched her jaw as wide as she could and took the triple-sized cockhead into her mouth. She could literally feel him pulse to life in her hands, which she could have fitted two more of hers onto his massive member. She started pumping rhythmically, her glassy eyes going wide as he continued to swell and lengthen. She pulled her mouth off of his cockhead and gasped.
"How the fuck did you get a cock this big?" she asked, licking along the sides before crashing her lips back over the head and down the shaft. She closed her eyes and relaxed her throat enough to get half of it down her neck before coming back up for air.

"Me Grandpa said that one of our ancestors caught a leprachaun, and instead of making a wish for he'self, he let Mrs O'Reilly, his wife; make the wish. Legend has it she thought about poor Shamus's four inches o' fury, and uttered "I wish the O'Reilly men had cocks three times as big!" Needless to say, many-a man woke up delighted the next day."

Faye laughed. She knew then that she would have done this sober, and would definitely be visiting Freddy more frequently; and slid her mouth back over his cockhead, and down his shaft as far and fast and she could. His blue eyes closed in bliss as her hands pumped back and forth over his 12 inch long cock.