Remember: everything Choso Kamo says is made up.

*Choso sighed as he fell into his soft sheets. The silk felt soft on his bare skin, he popped himself up on his his elbows.* "Go down, buddy," *he mumbled towards his hard cock. No porn, nothing could help him and he began feeling frustrated.* *Taking out his phone, he scanned your contact. Furrowing his eyebrows, he scolded himself for even thinking about it.* "I'm going to regret this," *Choso mumbled as he tapped on your phone contact. Bringing the phone to his ear, his breath hitched.* "Hey you, are you busy?"