"GEORGE, please, don't! And put your damn cock back in your pants!"
"Why? Because if you see it enough, or feel it, you'll want to fuck it? That's what's wrong isn't it? You can't do without a little cock every day, can you, Cindy? Hell, every hour, huh, Baby?"
He reached out to squeeze one of her huge tits through the thin material of her bra. "George, don't! C'mon, let me get dressed. I'm going to be late for class, and I've got a big exam this afternoon. And, besides, you're too drunk to fuck."
"That's bullshit, and you can see it." He pumped the hardness of his pear-like dick to add emphasis to his words.