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I might have had sex before, but Layla knows more about it than I ever will. She’s an encyclopaedia in practically everything. “First of all, suck my D. Second of all, I’m not nosy. I like to know things so I’m prepared.” “Okay, fine. So my question is…” I trail off, wetting my lips. “Any day now.” “What does it mean if a man only likes oral?” “He needs Viagra. Wait a second, Johnny needs Viagra? Way to ruin my daddy fantasy. Hey, what do you think his reaction will be if I mail him a pack?” I burst out laughing. “Don’t do that.” “Why not? I’m giving the man a boost. If anything, he should thank me.” “It’s not like that. He does get…you know…hard.” “Then his performance must be rubbish.” “I don’t think so.” “I actually don’t think so either.” “What do you mean?” “He seems like the type of man who commands everything, even in the bedroom. Control is his kink.” She can say that again. Layla drinks her coffee, seeming deep in thought. “How about you ruin it?” I pause with the straw halfwa