Obey and drink

The **** hit your tongue like lava and went down like burning coals. But as it filled your belly and your head gets fuzzy, you cared less and less. Who knows how much you drank, by the way you're feeling it wasn't a small amount. Before long he pulled your face into his crotch. You had his balls in your mouth, tenderly massaging them with your tongue, diligently working them over while he stroked his glistening cock. He groaned even louder now as the noisy wet strokes filled your ears. The whiskey took the edge out of the cold room and you could feel your drooling cunt throb between your legs. If you were daring you could bring your face lower, give him a backdoor surprise. Will you?