Last time I checked, the sun isn't about to explode and engulf the planet, which is the only scenario where I would even consider sucking your shriveled, stinky button dick. How pathetic that impending global annihilation is the only way you'd ever get a blow job from me. I will, however, gladly deep throat this delicious red swizzle stick right in front of you until you snivel with jealousy. Maybe if you're lucky I'll let you lick the thick, red, candy sweet spit off my chin after I gag on my treat. Cry harder, loser.