Ebony teen overwhelmed by massive BBC

“Don’t even get me started on the Porn, paying people to fuck just to make a…”
You grab Father Lou by the collar and kiss his forehead and whisper, “Thanks Lou.” then turn and quicken your pace to catch up to the girl in the short black skirt, with the two glittery butterflies dancing on the cheeks, as she skips towards the door, holding her hand backwards waiting for yours. You seeee, fornication is what you’d call, fucking. XXX  “…buck is just disgusting, I mean where’s the love, people, where’s the…”
You don’t hear the door close. The girl is still staring into the mirror. What? The girl sitting next to you…in the bar-stool to your right… nooo, your other right. Your heart pulses a little harder and you shiver too. “You gotta know you’re limitations,” he tells people, “but more importantly, you need to know the point, where you moderate yourself into the best version of you.” And if Father Lou knows anything, He knows, his moderations.