Twenty One Pilots has been born. I finally mustered up what little courage I have in my body and sang/rapped for him. He said, and I quote, "You sound so perfect. You should ding to me every night. And stop getting on your knees so much because it could mess up your voice."
But two hours later I was sucking his dick in the studio. Nothing new. "What's one thing about me that annoys the hell out of you?" Josh asked.
"When you get pee on the seat and don't wipe it all off. I thought you would have better aim because you really know how to cum on my face."
"It's easier to cum on your face because you're my little whore." He added. I giggled and smiled.
"You've never sucked my dick." I mumbled.
"Cause you're too short."
"That means suck my dick." I said. He laughed and looked at me.
"We just had sex this morning in the shower. How are you still horny?"
"I'm a teenage boy." I stated. He opened his arms and I went and sat on his lap. "My daddy."
"My princess."
"I miss dance." I whispered.
"Really?"
"I was an acrobatic, tap, ballet master."