The downtown streets of Sin City sizzled with darkness and raw sexuality, a sensuous bedlam of scintillating desire. Jackson stood tall on the sidewalk. His dick long, hard and inviting. I wanted nothing more than to taste it, so I got down on my knees, salivating in anticipation. Every thrust of his hips, every lick and swirl increased my pleasure to a point of no return. I’m now convinced that pleasure was invented in Sin City.