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Shit that's bright.

God, my neck.

Fell asleep on the sofa…? Damn.

Blurry morning sunlight pouring right into my bleary eyeballs even from around the curtains, and I take a grunt or deep breath or whichever. Stretch my feet, my wrists. My neck.

Close my eyes….

Groan. Rub my eyes. Open.

T.V.'s still on, something in another language. Which show'd I doze off to? Whatever. It's still hot as hell. Need to change my shirt. Why am I even wearing a shirt…?

There's a Hypno sleeping next to me.

Oh, right.

Yesterday.

He's still sunk over the middle of the sectional, knees sprawled either way out, chest rising and falling nice and gentle. Got that peaceful look back in the bags under his eyes.

Holy shit.

Yesterday.

I got horny.

I don't know if I'm really the one I remember doing that for him. That was wild. That wasn't me, right?

I'm staring at him.

Part of my brain still waking up, but now I'm thinking about what the hell happened: not a lot, but what did happen, a lot happened of. And fast.

And I've definitely got a lot to figure out, but there's one part of it all somehow jumping ahead of all the rest right now. Just a thought. Something else weird I remember.

So my fingers kinda drift toward that pendulum resting over his neck fluff.

Halfway toward just touching it and his eyes shoot open, looking straight back into mine. He doesn't need to grab me—my hand freezes.

Holy shit he's intense.

I'm awake now.

I'm awake.

My limp hand hanging between us, my wrinkled shirt loose off one shoulder, but it feels like my eyes just got all their energy back. Revived and awake.

Why the hell didn't I put my shorts back on yesterday?

I should say something.

“Breakfast," I tell him.

Nailed it.

Next few minutes I'm in the kitchen cutting up fruit and scrambling some eggs. No dumping cereal down my throat today. Healthy, healthy, healthy. For me and my guest.

For real, how long is he staying again?

Not even thinking about it when I pause a second, close my eyes, take a long sniff of empty air.

Still smell him on me.

This heat is getting to me, I swear to god. Melting my brain.

Bring a couple full plates to the table while the eggs are still steaming hot and fresh, and they'll cool down pretty quick, and at least it's nice feeling like a chef right here, my guest watching the food come his way the whole time while I lower his plate onto his placemat.

He can't say “thank you," so no hard feelings when he doesn't give the chef his compliments. But him grabbing his fork already and digging in tells me what he's thinking.

Feels like I'm better off not thinking.

Sit down and take my fork, too, while he's taking his first bite. But I guess I'm thinking anyway.

“I need a shower," I say.

Trying to tell myself not to say it, but now I'm thinking about it, and I feel like I'm about to say it anyway—

“You need a shower?"

Bite my lip. Should have bit my tongue. Stir my eggs around on my plate, and it takes me a second to glance up.

He's already looking at me. While he chews. Slouched forward in his seat, looming, squinting but still boring back into my eyes with his.

And now I'm staring.

Feels like he's already got a handle on me, too.

First of all it is amazing getting this shirt off my body, would recommend, it's stellar, my sweat-soaked skin thanks me very much, much appreciated.

Second of all, my gut's telling me that it's more than a little weird stripping in front of some dude I don't know when he's not about to plow me. Like… yeah, I've got to hand it to me, this is weird.

But it's not like I was going to put on a bathing suit for this. Come on. It's hot, I'm soaked, obviously this is going to be a whole naked thing.

And I've got to take care of my guest. Like… take care of him.

Not even ten o'clock yet and my brain's locked in on dick. My stomach's in knots and I don't totally know what I'm doing.

But seriously, come on, I understand that if I really feel uncomfortable, I can just stop things here and that's not leading him on or cockteasing him, that's just me being equally concerned about how I feel about this.

And yet I'm not stopping things here.

Voice in my brain telling me through my simplest vocabulary that things are not stopping here.

My guest's got nothing to strip, and he hasn't moved to take off the pendulum, so he just watches and waits for me by the shower stall, plenty of room for two in there.

And he's already getting hard.

Like, hard.

Maybe my mind wasn't playing tricks on me yesterday, apparently. Wow.

Telling myself to stop thinking wow so goddamn much looking at that thing.

He's not looking me in the eye either, though. Or at my face.

Guess my titties are his type, too.

Drop my shirt in the corner, and, um… he's not the first guy who's seen me naked, so just—pull my underwear down my thighs. Been a couple days since I shaved my legs, and I'm not planning on taking the time now, but it's above that I get new guys judging me for sometimes.

This bright-eyed cartoon Pikachu inked into my right hip. I love Pikachu. And now we're attached at the hip. It's cute.

Didn't even watch that show when I was a kid. But the merchandising got me.

But I'm showing off that skin bright and clear now, in plain sight, so this is just the regular kinda god-my-cheeks-are-red I've got on my face, nothing extra.

Hold myself steady with one hand on the counter, step out of my underwear one leg at a time while I peek back up at him.

Throbbing. Deep flowery pink with that vein ready to pop, rock hard, no hesitation.

He's not distracted.

I've got an equally keen understanding of just how bad those balls need draining.

Stand up straight again, and his gaze follows me. Reach for my shower cap hanging beside the mirror, clap the elastic above my ears, and, um…

He's still looking at my tits. Clenching his meaty fingers at his sides, making slow-motion grabby hands.

I'm not totally upset with that. Or, um, at all.

My nipples are kinda getting the same way as him.

Guess I'm still kinda really horny.

In a minute more, I just mutter, “Damn."

Quiet hiss as the pipes in the wall pump alive, and the water's already fresh and cool when it hits splashdown over us from the spout.

“Feels really good."

Got me standing right beneath the spout, and got him right behind, hands rubbing up my ribs, down my hips, like getting a feel for where's the best grip.

Not like he's lining up, god—just… touching. He likes to touch.

His dick keeps poking my thighs, though.

And that's just reminding me what I'm really, actually doing here.

Turn around with the body wash in one hand, and I lather him up. First time I see him close his eyes without dozing off, and I scrub between these big fuzzy ears he's got all the way up top. Messy. Sweaty. I guess that's both of us.

So he kinda kneads me blindly now. My breasts. His grip is way rough, really fuzzy, probably ticklish if he were gentler, but even if it's not what he's thinking about he's got me heating up in a kinda way that doesn't hurt.

I'm just biting my lip, and he just… likes to touch.

Scoot around and switch places, and he's under the spout to rinse. I'm out of the splash, still in the spray, but I don't lather up yet.

Very gently, I kneel.

Pull my red face down right next to his dick, wagging halfway over my shoulder. Feel like this should have taken more hesitating, or I should be telling myself not to, but…

“UM."

Bitch, again with the volume.

Got both his hands around his fluffy neckpiece and makeshift necklace, rinsing all that, and he squints back down at me with a twitch in his dick that taps my bare skin hello in its recoil.

Swallow back the crack in my voice, and I ask him, “So, um… swallow it, or wear it?"

Right. That.

Never gets totally easier, the first time doing things with a new guy. My stomach's tangled up. This guy, feels kinda like the first time all over again.

I say, “Don't have to decide now. I'll just…."

Yeah, I'll just be down here, wrapping my head around sucking off a pokemon.

He keeps rinsing, massaging himself way higher up, but I guess the water's not really in his eyes if he can keep this close a watch on me.

That's okay. This is his to watch. That's the point.

Place one of my hands on his shaft, wrapping the base right by his pouch, and I hold his big flat tip steady against my shoulder. Turn toward it, give him a kiss right on stained, scented skin. That musk is getting wild on me already.

Not totally like the first time, I mean. I still know exactly how to give him a sloppy blowjob. Can get all kinds of messy while we're in here.

Kinda thinking about just how messy he's gonna get on me. Or in me.

Letting some part of me that kinda wants this take over right now. I just… really want him to feel right.

His bulk is shielding my face from most of the water anyway, so it's not like he's not doing me a favor, too.

So I give him a streak of kisses all along the shaft, make sure every inch gets some immediate love. Make sure he feels appreciated all over. Still building up the spit in my cheeks, but it's pooling up. Swish it around a little, make sure I'm wet and comfy in here. More little kisses first, though, getting deeper down him, reminding my taste buds of all the slick leftovers from yesterday.

The balls. Those guys need some love too.

Swipe my fingers up over his glans, and I kinda interlock with all the nubs throbbing and bloating around the rim, give those a squeeze to welcome them back. Reintroduce myself.

Got to steady my other hand over the floor in here to lean far enough down for more.

Slide my cheek right against his long, slick underside right to the pouch, and I'm marking my face with some leftover ooze the whole way. Slide my way to dunking my nose right between his wrinkly, furry balls, poking their seam, and—wow, wow.

Turns out I'm really on board with this smell. Vote of confidence. Feel like taking a picture of this plate before getting my first taste.

Nah.

I'm way too busy to play around.

Swab my tongue in my drool again for good measure and give these packed fuzzy monsters a lick, lap them up against my lips, give them sweet little doggie kisses.

Little, except it takes some serious lapping action to draw them any closer to my mouth. They're so heavy.

No problem. I love doggie kisses. It's like begging his jizz to come out and play. All over me, inside me. Whichever playground we're in the mood for.

Loud snort from above me, and I'm not the only one who loves it.

My drool's sticking and hanging from his balls over most of my jaw by now, so I've got him slobbered pretty right. Catch a breath, I'm panting….

Then pucker up, slobber a human kinda kiss on these guys. Wide and warm.

Then say ahhh, like saying hello to his junk a lot closer, and, wait… will they still—?

I think I can—

Oh hell yes.

Got both of them.

Got this feeling swelling up in my ribs that might be pride, might not, I really shouldn't say, and I've got both his thick scraggly balls gobbled up in my mouth, muffling and slopping up the breaths out the corners of my lips. The stream of water's catching on my cheek from here, pooling down off my chin—so we've got it cool and fresh outside, hot and steamy inside.

I can taste the musk. What do I call this but strong? My brain's coming up with the word virile, and hell, I need to stop.

Obviously I'm not going to stop.

Okay, little tacky, maybe way too much, but I've got to try:

“Hehy… ah' I ghoin' goohg?"

Can't see if his expression changes at all, can't even see a thumbs-up or something, but at least he can't see me blushing again after gargling out a line like that with his sac twitching in my stretched cheeks.

He throbs and bloats in my hand, bubbles some thick pre right down my palm. I'll take that as a high five, nice one.

Just keep licking back and forth on the squirmy, scratchy backside of his sac. Just want to give this part of him a seat for a minute here, let these heavy boys rest their weary sperm. With a massage. Keep swishing the spit around and get that musk working like mouthwash, give him a warm bath.

He's done rinsing himself before I am, I guess. He's got his hands free.

One hand comes back down on the back of my head, big and meaty, stroking just behind my ear with one fat wet finger, and okay, he got me, I do feel appreciated now.

Other hand comes back to my wrist, guiding me back into stroking his dick slow and long and tight—right. I kinda zoned out on that one.

Wait a minute.

Why would I ever just swallow his jizz in the shower? In the shower. Come on.

Kinda stretches my lips wider a second when I pop his balls back out, and they tickle me goodbye as they go, but I've got to take another second to gasp, catch another real breath. Half my chin washed clean in the stream, but I still feel all the spit globbed down my other half. I see it right in front of me, webbed up slimy and warm over every inch of his sac, the strands hanging between us already snapping under their own weight.

Yeah, I'm doing good.

But I know exactly how this guy wants to blow his load. And I can get sloppier.

Pull back out from under his junk while I'm still rubbing him with my other hand, breathing harder, not swallowing anything just yet.

And—something's still scratching my tongue, tangled and kinky. Mmnuh.

Stray pube. Slurped it right off him. It can just… I should mind, but I don't right now, so it can scratch the tip of my tongue for any more dirty talk I could come up with. He likes that, right?

Yeah?

He's still watching me.

Squinting down at me. Snatching my gaze from wherever else I could be looking, more like.

He lets go of me. Almost don't notice his hands pulling silent back to his sides. Can't help but stare up at him a minute here.

Huh?

Right. He's got a load waiting to get splattered all over my face.

And I can get more than just a little in my mouth this time. I want both. Wear it and drink it.

Knees are getting rough in this stall, but I can stay down here longer, it'll be worth it. Just straighten up some, push my wrists up beside my breasts, edge forward a little farther on my knees until I can wiggle around him—there we go, like a good girl.

This guy wants to blow his load between my tits wrapped around him, no question.

Actually, um… I'm seriously the perfect height for this. Or he is. Yeah, he's a perfect fit. Pulsing just about right over my heart, and for how tight I've got him squeezed in between my breasts, I swear my heartbeat's synchronizing with his.

Swish it around again, and now I've got some really good use for all my musk-flavored drool. Get me extra squishy for him. Little shower spray still leaking past him to me, but I don't think this will take too long before my extra lube's washed away.

So I pucker my lips and drool a bubbled, thick rope of spit down my sternum, let it pool and leak around his wide flat tip poking out from between me, really lube him—and he throbs.

I feel that. Oh my god.

I've had guys here before, I don't know why it's a big deal all over again.

Probably that he's a pokemon.

Probably I need to stop judging. Right here, he's my guest. That's what matters.

One more snort and his hands come around my shoulders, just bracing himself. Just touching. But I'm not the one who has to start moving.

He holds on tight to me, and the first jiggle I get is his balls smacking wet against the bottom of my breasts with his first thrust.

Oh god. Wet and loud. Actually really noisy, no way for anywhere in my brain to pretend he's not seriously deep dicking my tits.

Got a lot of power in his thrusts.

He goes at me hard right from the start, thrusting and smacking like he knows I don't need a warmup, and he's already way warmed up. Steady pace, and he's plowing. And I'm just kneeling here, paying more attention to his dick again than his face, experiencing this nubby monster thrusting up and down my breasts while I'm the one making sure to keep them tight and slippery for him.

Just like I thought, yeah, those nubs just squish out of the way down my breasts on every withdrawal before he fucks back toward my face, and I get the full feeling of squishing those little nubs as tight as I can.

His fat furry groin brushes hard over my nipples while he's at it. Rubs me. I'm clenching my teeth and it's really really not helping the rest of me calm down.

He slows his thrusts once or twice, smacks back up to speed even faster for another couple, alternates and throbs big without warning. Something in his lucky imagination keeping him humping at me like a metronome broken in all the right places.

It doesn't even feel like a human kinda guy going at me. Something about this guy's pace, or huge sense of quiet, or the furred meaty hands holding me in place against his hunched-over boning, it's seriously more like someone primal using me to get their rocks off.

Is that prejudiced? I'm not judging. It's just…

Just getting really hot in my face. Kinda watching and waiting for the finale, bearing through him rubbing my breasts in all the right ways, and that's what I'm here for.

Kinda like this show.

Really did plan a blowjob in here. Sure, I don't actually owe him anything, but I definitely still owe sucking him off loud and deep later, no argument from me. As long as he wants to hang out, I'll hang out with him. Below him.

Cool water splashing down all around me, but I've never felt something this warm against my skin before. His skin's lubed up just as smooth as mine, no friction, just hard and hot and he keeps bucking me forward a little every time he bottoms out, kinda like… rutting?

Seriously feels like he's probably imagining me bent over and pinned down right now.

Not that I'm going to interrupt his fantasies, if that's what he's got going for him. I'll just… be here, squeezing my tits together for him to plow.

He's seriously throbbing. Should probably, um… close my eyes.

Open my mouth.

Stick out my tongue. Down, like, at him.

One hand moves to the back of my head again, way firmer, getting his grip, pushing my face an inch closer to the action. Little beads of pre and spit are splashing back on my face from the motion of his thrusts.

I know I'll flinch when it happens, but I'm ready. Come on. You need to blow, come on. And I need a fresh new coat of cream. Truly. Gimme.

Twitching between my titties and my chest is so hot from his dick it's gonna explode and I'm gonna die.

Come on. Cum. Gimme. Give me.

Twitching thick now, throbbing, yes, come on—

Ah.

Mm.

Mm, there you go. Gimme. Nice thick facial, extra creamy, let it all out. I want it in my mouth, gimme another rope—mmm.

Even over the shower I can hear it coming. Squirting onto me. Gooey spurts onto my jaw, my neck, rolling down my breasts.

Thick smell. Shooting semen over all my senses, hot cum running down the side of my nose, leaking right under my nostrils. I'm clenching my knees together. He's got a lot.

He smacks home two more rough thrusts, all the wet bloated nubs stroking me hard but sticking to empty air, and he makes sure my titties stroke him empty before he's done with me. Mm—one more spurt straight onto my tongue. Perfect shot.

I'm panting.

Just keep my mouth open wide until he's done. Get a mouthful. A real one.

Jizz oozing down my ribs and mixing with the trails of water, but I can feel nothing's washing it away yet. It's sticking to me. Thick like molasses.

Virile, huh?

I believe it.

One last fuzzy thump against my underside, just stroking himself out, and that's a shorter rope or two shooting over my face next. Wrapping up.

Wrap my lips back together, pucker up—just wanna taste this a second, not ready to swallow yet.

God. I love sour.

He snorts above me, and I feel like that's his thank you. But he's still got the grip on me. Making sure I keep him squeezed nice and warm a minute longer. Making sure I finish what I just started? I can do that.

Feels kinda like a challenge draining his cum down my gullet, this much. Tilt my head back, and he's still holding onto it from behind…

Gulp it all down.

Wow.

Really hope he likes however that looked, because we've really really got to do this again sometime. Feel like I'm the one should be saying thank you.

But yeah, I'm doing good with it. Kinda really glad I get the chance to.

He lets me go again, but his dick isn't pulling back just yet, so I don't let go from squeezing until it's really ready to say goodbye for now.

Damn. Still need to get me cleaned up after this.

Feel him touching my face next.

Fingers—thumbs—probing flat against both my eyes together, and whatever the hell is happening, I just flinch, just—don't move.

But he's careful.

Careful and firm, he draws the fat balls of his thumbs over my eyelids, swabs away the wet homemade mess.

Fucks with my nerves, but he's really gentle.

Blink back open slowly, just as careful… and his face is the first thing I see, ring of water cascading from behind him in his slouch.

Not even breathing hard anymore, unlike me. Totally in control. Watching.

Snorts one more time though, twitches down here.

Guess he's a morning person.

I know I'm staring again.

“Um…"

Swallow again, get my throat in order. Pause. Let one arm go from keeping him hugged between me, open my mouth, and scrape a finger over the tip of my tongue. Drag his scratchy little hair off under my nail.

Something I was going to say….

“Feeling better now?"

Right, thank you, that.

Doesn't say it, but I do get the impression from that easy squint that he's feeling better now.

He pulls a hand back to my wrist. Pulls up, helps me back to my feet in here. God my knees. Still worth it, but ouch.

Feel like I really kept my calm this time, I think. For most of it. Got myself a little under control this morning compared to yesterday.

Oh my god, he can stick around today too, right? Nowhere to go? God I hope.

I guess we'll see.

We're not going again in here, but he definitely gets some more fondling in before I'm lathered up and rinsed off, too. Kept my calm, maybe, but I'm not really keeping calm. Kinda hard to when he's keeping my breasts… peaked.

Getting kinda glad he likes to touch.

Channel hopping.

It's going all right.

Doesn't really matter what we watch, but mostly I'm looking for something I won't get invested in. Just something to pass the time.

I just get the feeling he's stewing up another dire load already. And that I'm not—not exactly against being the one to take it all, wherever he's got a preference for.

But he's still got to pace himself. Can't just keep going forever.

Even if he can keep going forever, come on, not doing anybody any favors actually rubbing himself raw, messing his dick up.

I've got to pace him.

Shift one knee over the other in front of me, pretend I don't, um… immediately feel just how damp I've been getting.

But it's a no-shorts kinda day in. Even if he might be able to spot my state for himself at the right angle, that's just the cost of staying a little cooler today.

Set the remote down a second and scoot my cushion closer back up against the sofa—I picked my hangout spot on the floor today, right in the corner between the ottoman and the rest of the sectional. Right next to the big dangled legs of my guest, back in his middle seat.

Just a change of pace. For how much sweat I've been soaking into the upholstery, I'm just giving my seat a chance to air out. That kinda thing. Change of pace.

Just a cushion to keep my butt comfy, and I'm good down here.

So, flip through a sitcom, infomercial, same infomercial on a different channel, crusty old crime drama—and a weather report.

No change in forecast. We're still in it, and we're not getting out any sooner.

But the anchors are good enough at talking about nothing new that I can leave the T.V. on here for now.

Wrap my hands together around my thighs, and I bounce my dangled foot in the air. Slouched pretty deep down here.

Someday I can let my twists down from this bun again. Someday. That'll be nice.

God it's hot.

The fan's mostly on my guest, but I've got a breeze passing by my face and knees. I'm good. Can't totally see how he's doing from down here, but as long as I don't hear him jacking off without me, I guess he's doing good.

Just kinda waiting for something to happen. Just waiting for whatever happens next.

Did I leave my phone over here?

Grope around on the ottoman, probably somewhere around—got it.

I want to look him up again. Nothing special, not that same search. Just learn more about Hypnos, get a feel for what maybe he's like outside of constant bone mode.

Maybe, uh… “hypno encyclopedia"? Sure.

Twist my gaze over past the edge of the sofa, and I don't see him stooping over my shoulder or something. T.V.'s still got him? Tried offering him the remote earlier, but he didn't want it. He didn't take it.

All I hear is that same slup—slup—slup licking since I grabbed him a popsicle out of the freezer.

I'm not in the mood for ice cream right now. Just want to make sure he keeps extra cool and comfy.

Okay, first result: “Unofficial multi-league all leagues qualifiers complete listing G-H: Hypno."

More trainer bullshit. Figures.

Ooh, never mind it being bullshit, here we go: “No Hypno has reached the qualifying brackets of any official league singles, doubles, triples, or one-on-one tournaments."

So they really are lovers, not fighters. Cute. I'm cheering you on, guys, don't give up.

Hmm.

Kinda imagining being in the locker room or wherever after some tournament making sure the rough-and-tumble pro fighter feels nice and rewarded after a hard, hot battle.

Never mind the fighting. Turns out I could probably get into that kinda scene.

Okay, “hypno basics." Round four, I guess.

My phone tells me, “Learn the basics of hypnotherapy and the good it can do for YOU with—"

Fuck my goddamn phone. Fling this shit spiraling away from me over the floor. Bonks to a stop over near the stairs.

It's got a case. It's fine.

Glance over, but it's just slup—slup—slup up there.

I don't glance back to the T.V., though.

“You ever do any fighting?" I say up toward him. “Battles and stuff. Your kinda thing?"

Doesn't really matter if he doesn't answer, or can't.

“Must be hard, take a lot of practice," I say. “I wouldn't do it."

The slup-slup stops.

I guess I smile. Just a little one. Pat his leg a little, what I can reach of it. His shin.

“Don't worry about it," I say. “No point somebody else telling you what to do with your own life. Got to put you first."

Takes another couple seconds, but there's the next sticky slup up top.

It's kinda nice having a conversation with him. At him.

“Damn, though."

Stretch my legs. Stretch my fingers, my back. Sweat it out.

“Need the A.C. back already…."

Slup. Slup. Slup.

And then he stops again.

I feel his cushion shift behind me, and he pats his big furry hand over my bare shoulder where my shirt's slipped down my bicep, tinier than his.

Scoot higher up, give him a real glance—he's watching me, yes, but mostly holding an empty popsicle stick stained three-quarters blue out toward me.

“Mmh. You want another?"

I say it as I take it, but he doesn't motion anywhere. No glance back toward the kitchen. No big giddy look in his squint. Like he just didn't want to hold it anymore, I think.

“I got you. Let me know when, I'll get you another."

Whichever. Settle down back down here, pop the stick in my mouth.

Huh?

Don't know why I just did.

Doesn't have his own special flavor on it now or anything. Just a warm wet stick I'm the one sucking on.

I don't want to get up to throw it away, though.

Yeah, actually. My mouth's a pretty good place for it right now. Gives my tongue something to do. That makes actual sense to me.

Still scooted up high enough to see him just with turning my head again, so one more glance and I tuck the stick toward one cheek, say, “At least you're already set for when it—um… it gets cold out."

My glance doesn't make it all the way back up to his face.

He's getting hard.

Sliding his knees apart as I see in the corner of my eye him looking back at me too, and here's his deep pink dick saying hello to me personally, dragging back out over the cushion.

Not totally thinking about it as I push over, tuck my knees in underneath me. Reposition my cushion, slide it underneath a little more right in between his legs.

“Cold out, like… with all the fur. You're set."

Staring at his dick and getting myself comfortable right in front of it, and it's still coming out to meet me halfway. I just wrap one soft hand around the hot, hairless shaft.

Kinda wish he could help me stay warm when it gets cold out, too.

Shit. I'm not even second guessing myself anymore.

Should this have gotten normal this quick?

Pull the stick out from my mouth with my free hand, then settle that hand over his furry thigh. Lean in. Give him a peck. Just a little mwah from me to his dick, neat and pretty.

No heavy smell fogging off him this time, no slick leftovers polished down his meat. Shower treated him right. Just a faint scent of his natural goings-on still left.

I'm about to adjust that.

Pucker wide and say ahhh, give him back the kinda hello he needs.

All his cute little nubs squish under my lips on the way inside, and wrapping a kiss around those, licking at all of them while they're soft and easy—it's a trip. It's pretty good.

Wrap my lips into the kinda grin I use when I'm trying to let a guy know I wanna treat him right, too. Look him up in the eyes from all the way down here, smile like that, and make sure he knows my tongue seriously appreciates him.

Not really a taste from them, but the nubs even feel kinda cute rolling around over my tongue. When they're not helping in the whole mating thing.

Pop him out. Got more to get done before he gets the real blowjob.

Lean totally under him, give him a lot of kisses. Suck on the underside, work up my spit for some serious polishing here.

“You jusht do… hmmf… whatever you want, okay?"

No way I'm stopping kisses just to talk.

“Jusht make sure—hahm—you cum real good. All you got to worry about."

Because communication is key. And I really want him to know.

His big nose twitches when he snorts, and he's watching me with the kinda focus that I know he's making sure I'm doing him right. No excuses.

Let go of his shaft, actually. No handjob this time. Brace both my hands between his thighs, make this one a no-hands-allowed kinda thing.

Then keep playing kissy-kissy, slurp his shaft back to a sheen. I wanna see my reflection in this thing it's so wet with me. Work my face around the sides, give him big wide wet sloppy kisses the whole way around, make sure I get the entire dick. My cheeks are getting kinda sloppy too, sliding all against him.

Slurp toward his base, really get deep in there, and now I'm nuzzling all his crotch hair against my face, licking his pouch, and DAMN.

His pouch is wild.

Layers of wrinkled skin bunched up around the root from where his dick's stretched out, but the wrinkles are kinda… mushy? Hard dick and spongy pouch, and I'm slipping my wet tongue in the slick little crevice between them because I want him to know I appreciate every single inch no matter where it's hiding.

It's gooey underneath. I don't know with what, but it's already pretty sloppy under here. I like it. He shivers a little, too, bucks his hips a second while I'm getting my face into him.

And—um. Apparently, um, this is where his musk comes from, because oh my god.

Wait, seriously, oh my god. Hah. Um. He's—I don't think I can just wash this kinda smell off me. It's seeping into me.

Just want to really really really kinda lap some up, slip my tongue around in the crevice a little more, just—

Almost wanna lie to myself, but my entire brain's forcing me to admit very clearly that this tastes really really good.

Some part of me kinda actually thinking that if he got up and bent me over right now, I don't think the rest of me could stop him. Or—try him to stop him. At all.

His musk is melting my brain. I love it. I can't help it, I love this. I love this.

Heavy fuzzy hand comes behind my neck, fingers rubbing stiff over me like he's holding on, and it turns out we both like to touch. Love to. And I, um—right, I still need to suck.

I think it's more like I get to suck. This really is a privilege at this point.

I really hope he's got a lot for me to drink this load.

Drag myself away from his pouch with a dangling tongue and trembling throat. Okay, panting already. I guess I'm not surprised. But come on, more to do. Wanna get this guy nice and huge in my mouth. Pay him back.

Can pay his balls another trip later. Yeah, right now I need to suck. That's required.

Close my eyes and give him a wide-open, lovey-dovey kiss around all the nubs, squishing under me warm and gentle. Wipe my tongue up flat over his slit, drink down his oozing precum. Then draw forward, slop my messy lips wider, really take him inside.

I've really kinda got to stretch for him, it's definitely pretty good. He's the right size. It's really good.

Fat hand on my neck warming me to a boil, reminding me somebody's watching. Counting on me. Then his other hand comes over the first, gripping around me from both sides, like he's not leaving me any room to pull back. Fingers tighten over my sweaty nape, and he snorts.

Don't worry. I wanna go deep. You just worry about painting me an ivory cream in here. Please.

Suck my mouth hollow and push forward, and I get to feel every inch of his slimy dick sliding between my taut cheeks, squirming and oozing over my tongue hugged against his underside. Filling me up. Don't have much extra room in here with him, he's a wide load.

Damn. I hope he feels good and everything, but right here, he feels really good.

Tilt my neck a little bit as I go, push my face farther down him, angling toward his groin—I wanna get there. But—not yet.

Slide him back a couple inches out my squeezed, drooling lips, and open my eyes. Wanna see him. Just a slim gaze, and I grin up at him with a mouth full of dick. I want him to see me like this, happy. Sucking his dick and really happy to do it.

He's watching. Squinting down at me hard, really intense again, like he's not kidding that I better do this right.

Doesn't snort, but his nostrils flare. That's what I get.

Mhm. He can make sure I do it right. Can't stop him from making me.

Bob over the first half of his dick for a minute, slopping him loud and slick, make sure he's slathered. Then take it another inch, bob closer, closer. Don't blink. Suck harder.

Pop him out, take a breath. Don't close my mouth. Just… pant for him, don't look away. His hands don't let me stray too far, but I'm allowed to take a breath around these globs of drool I'm leaking. Just for a second.

I need him back in my mouth.

Kinda dive back on him. Cave my tired cheeks again and suck him tight as I can, squeeze deeper down the shaft. He's hard as a rock. Throbbing inside me, bloating. Subtler little twitches near the tip that I can taste this time, pressed so tight inside me.

He's probably marking his territory with me, for real. Rubbing out his scent in me. If I went out today, anybody I pass would be tilting their heads, crossing their brows. What's that smell on her?

I am covered in his musk and for sure, I smell like his bitch.

No… I don't like that. That's not me. That's not it.

Slathered in his musk and his sweat and soon his cum, and I smell like his fuckpet.

Mm. Wow.

Kinda. Yeah.

My hands are so hot buried over his legs. Sunken into his light beachy fur. My knees aren't sore thanks to the cushion, but I still can't pretend I'm not leaking down my own thighs.

If I could cum just from sucking dick, I'd be done already.

I just wanna drink a bucketload. Enough to drown me. Stare back up into eyes like all I know about him is that he knows what's best, he's sure enough for the both of us, he'll take care of me. I wanna stay down here all day, and I don't want this day to end. Please let me keep sucking his dick forever.

Jaw is getting kinda sore, though….

But I'm not stopping before I deepthroat him. I don't have a choice. His dick needs to go down my throat, and I need to know how it feels choking me.

Suck closer and closer toward his pouch, and his nubs are poking at my gag reflex already. Almost there. Breathe, deep breath….

Mm.

Glkk. Mm.

Little bit at a time, just—angle him down, just… swallow….

Hlkk! Mmf.

Yeah. He's pretty big in here.

Can feel my throat keeping stretched around him, squeezed open. Making my throat—convulse a little, um, just the once. It's okay. Just hold it down. Got this.

Those nubs are like… some kinda extra texture, this deep. Rubbing me. Squished, but—still there. Can really feel them. They're here to play.

Can still breathe, can—little breaths through my nostrils, I'm okay. I have some practice. Just—push a little more, reach his pouch….

Mnlkk. Gentle.

Oh god is he throbbing? Oh god, the nubs—

Mm. Mm!

Can't breathe.

Can't choke, gag. Totally silent.

He's bloated. Still a couple inches away from his pouch, but my airway's sealed up.

Clenched around his dick and I can't pull off, can't beg him to pull out. It's suctioned me in place. Just staring up at him, tearing up, swallowing around his shaft instinctively and repeatedly, and he's just watching me.

Mmg. Mm!

Hah.

I can breathe. Glkk. Breathe. I can breathe through my nose again, little bit.

Right. Mating thing. He can do that. That's… kinda scary.

But I kinda think I could get used to it.

Now I keep going. Come on, another inch. Push his slimy shaft little deeper, edge it down my throat, suck him down. Ah—

Hlggk.

Can't breathe. Deep enough that his length alone has me plugged up.

I'm not gagging anymore for now. It's okay. Just—last inch to go, come on.

He's really thick.

Don't panic. Just keep going.

Just—

Mm.

There you are. Very last inch.

Tip to root nice and sloppy, personally spitshined, drooling down my throat. And here's his pouch, and here's my tongue slurping a hello underneath it again. Musky.

God. I really needed this.

Kinda need another breath, but—this'll just take a second, I've been waiting for this.

Pull one shaky hand away from him, touch it to the bulge in my neck.

Wow.

I am bulging. Really. He feels… really good right here.

But it's seriously time to breathe again, so oh god he's throbbing—

Mm. Mmh.

Ah.

It's just for another second. Hold on just a second. This is for him anyway, it's okay, don't struggle.

He's not worried. Looking back down at me, locked in my throat—he's in control. It's okay. Can feel his hands behind my neck still holding onto me gentle, firm. He's comfortable. It feels really good for him.

Looking down at me like that, he snorts.

I'm wet. I'm so wet.

Mm!

Please let me breathe.

Mm.

Glff—hah!

Air.

Maybe yanked myself back from him a little too quick there, but I'm just gasping, not coughing. I'm okay. I can throat his entire dick… I'm okay.

Wipe the tears out from my eyes, breathing fast, and here's his dick dangling full mast in front of me like a thick meaty feeding tube, big wet strands of pre and spit roped between my gaping mouth and every inch of his shaft.

If I got a photo of this, it would be… pretty well implied how deep I just went.

Don't think I can grab my phone from here without interrupting. Need it in reach next time.

Maybe he could snap the pictures.

Probably shouldn't save evidence of this, though. But… maybe just something for me. For when he's got somewhere else to be sooner or later.

Yeah, um… I guess he's not going to be my guest forever, huh? That's probably true.

So I guess I should get back to choking on this thing while I can.

He snorts.

I look back up just in time for his dick to smoosh into my cheek, smear all over me some more, and he's pulled his hands back to the edge of his seat while he's pushing forward out of it.

Eager for—?

“I got you, I can—hff—go for more, um—"

His feet thud back onto the floor on either side of my cushion. Dick wobbling over my face all of a sudden, drooling above me, and I'm staring straight up at him. At it.

“Um."

He pulls one hot fuzzy hand right back under my neck, gets a strong hold on me. Wraps his other hand around his shaft. Bends at the knees slightly and hunches way over, angles his slobbered dick straight down toward me.

Like, at me.

“You wanna…?"

Don't know why I'm asking.

He angles and pushes me farther back from the sofa, farther down—I kinda flail both my hands backward to catch against the floor, brace myself.

Kinda flinched. But like—the good way?

The fan's not catching us anymore out here. It's hot.

“You can—okay…."

All I can think to tell him.

He's got the angle. Pointed straight into me. And he's got me, and I'm not wriggling out of this one.

He snorts. Taps himself between my parted lips. I don't know where to look between the serious intent in his gaze way up there, and his dick way down here, taking command.

He's really going to fuck me up.

Oh my god. Please.

Do it. He's got to do it.

He pushes.

Slowly at first, just edges inside, but I'm stretching all over again, and the subconscious part of my brain's making sure I wrap my tongue right back underneath him, keep him lubed and sloppy.

I don't have any leverage.

Kinda just clenching my fingers over the hardwood, ass knelt over my feet, bent back, prone, vulnerable.

He doesn't stop dipping inside me until—

Hlkk. Damn.

Until he's smearing his nubs all over my tonsils just for good measure.

Pulls back, and I breathe fast through my nose. Deep breath. Quickly. Not panting anymore but my heart's pumping all kinds of warnings to my lungs. Breathe. Now.

Shallow thrust back toward my gullet, and my intimate guest keeps the kind of firm grip on me I can't wriggle out of. Not trying to, but I definitely couldn't anyway. Just quick, shallow thrusts for a minute, slopping around between my cheeks, and I'm trying my best to suck for him, make him feel welcome and comfortable, but it's kinda hard keeping control of myself when he's taken all the momentum.

Quick, shallow thrusts, just deep enough to trigger my salivary glands into—glrk—going into panic mode.

His thumb kinda strokes me under my ear. He's not loosening up, but he strokes me. Fat furry finger rubbing softly under my lobe like it's okay, it's okay. I'm doing good. I feel like a good girl.

Getting kinda hard to—see him. Eyes are tearing back up. Can't wipe them. I think my whole face is a mess.

But I hear the snort.

He throbs. Bloats up. The nubs just miss latching onto my uvula or somewhere, and he keeps fucking me puckered up for him, but he's so hard. Moves his other hand to hold me, too, and now I'm locked in tight anyway.

Just a second and the nubs fade back to a squish over the back of my tongue. And he pauses for half a second. Kinda… lines up better, feels like.

Both hands holding me tight, and slowly but surely without letting me set the pace, he squeezes down my foodpipe.

Deep, sweaty breath…

And my throat's wrapping him tight.

Glkk.

Choking on him.

Can feel saliva leaking and sputtering out my lips, drooling like I can't help it. Yeah. Messy rope of spit dangling off my chin right now, pretty sure.

Didn't realize just how bad I needed a facefuck. I really really needed this.

He's going to blow down my throat, right? Balls deep? God, it's the grossest way to phrase it, balls deep. I love it. He's got to deep dick me, come on, obviously he needs to cum as deep as he can fuck himself into me.

Still trying to keep my balance, but I can shift one hand up, stroke his inner thigh, at least a little. Kinda stroking, kinda bracing.

Come on. Mm—you've got me. Use me.

And…

Hlrk.

Touchdown.

Wrinkly, musky pouch smooshed right back over my lips. Yes. Lemme slurp. I'll lick. I wanna. Oh god, throbbing—

Mm.

Sealed up. That's okay. Just lemme lick, I like it here. I can… just breathe again in a minute.

Feel his fingers aching around me, tight, tense. Twitching inside me, waiting it out. Sweating.

Or is that me?

I'm hot. Blushing. Drooling down my bulging throat, inside and out. Sneaking a deep, thick taste under his crevice. This is really nice.

Mm—

Glkk.

I'm free. Kinda. The nubs let me go, but my guy is holding me tight. Pulling back out a couple inches—fast.

Oh.

Think he's decided it's about time to bust his nut. Thrusting—

HLRK.

Plowing. Mm. Oh god. That's… big. He likes going rough.

Hlk. HLK.

Balls smacking wet and heavy against my chin. Hard. He's finally taking me at my word, fucking my face like he really needs to go. But it's—

GLK. Glk. Hlrff.

It's kinda scraping directly against my gag reflex. Exactly against it, over and over. Not making it—easy—!

GLF.

But he's not gonna stop. Just hold it down.

Hlkk. Hold it down. Hold it down.

GLRK.

Not like I have a choice. He's not pulling out. But I'm—kinda glad. Don't let me go.

Still kinda need to breathe….

That's okay. He needs to cum. Don't struggle. Just—god, I can't stop swallowing. Drooling.

HLKK.

Damn. I'm really wet.

I might need to masturbate tonight after all. No harm just imagining him. I've got a lot of good material to—

HLFF. Glkk.

Okay, yeah, I need to masturbate later.

And breathe….

Oh. Think his balls are kinda pulling back. Twitching. Is he ready to—? Yeah.

One more—HLRKK—thick messy thrust, and he lodges my face flat against his groin. Tight. Hard. I'm choking down one hundred percent dick, and my lungs are kinda giving out. Can't breathe. Can't really pull off.

But he throbs. Bloats—locks me tight.

Mm.

I seriously can't make a sound. Can't beg, can't even splutter more of a mess down my jaw.

His knuckles tighten up. Can't see much when the world's this watery, but I can feel him.

Ah. He's cumming.

Balls twitching gently on top of my chin, and there's a wave pulsing through his shaft. He's snorting. Feel his knees locking up beside me. I'm not getting away.

Just noticed how warm he is in my throat. Really noticed. This front-of-my-skull realization of how rigid he's stretching me, the sweat and heat pulsing between my veins. My arm is getting kinda sore propping me up but he's making me feel really comfortable down here.

I think—that's the first rope down my throat. I think I felt it. Warm.

Still throbbing, pulsing. It's thick.

I can feel it. God, I can feel it, I'm so glad. It's really really warm.

Lick the wrinkles under his pouch, beg for more anyway.

I've got room. Gimme. Dump it. Just gimme more, fill me up. Don't let me stop. I need to take it. Make me.

Don't let go.

Just like a toilet in this position. He's flushing his load straight down my gullet. He's seriously treating me like a toilet.

Please don't pull out.

Mm.

Can't taste it, but it's so warm. Sticky.

Some high-pitched buzzing noise in the back of my head getting louder, but I can hear the echo in my nerves of his gooey spurts over that. I think. I hope. Makes me sound like a toilet for real.

His grip is loosening…?

I wonder how much he just poured down my stomach. I hope it felt really good.

Getting a little…

Mm?

His knees are giving out, thighs kinda trembling. Guess he really went all out. He's, um… falling back, I think. All done.

Wait, but he's still latched onto me. Into me. Wait, the nubs are still—I can't—

Mm!

Ow.

Dragged me back down into his seat with him. I can't resist. Straddled in his lap still throating him, lips stuck in a flat french kiss, and I think—I don't have any more in me.

I really like sucking his dick though.

Oh, the nubs. Shrinking? It's really hard to feel where they are anymore.

Hlrk.

Tickling hands on my sore jaw, sliding me off… okay. He's got me. Taking care of me for me. I owe him one.

Air?

AIR.

My own hand clenching back up over my chest as I take ten gulps of oxygen at the same time, breathing, breathing, and I feel wet everywhere, slobbered, sticky, I'm alive, what the hell.

Rub the tears out of my eyes, wipe away pre and whatever kinds of mess with them….

Gasping. Breathing again. All the parts of brain powering back up, holy shit.

God.

It's like a hot meal swimming in my stomach right now.

My shirt is soaked in pure gobs of my own drool. I'm soaked.

I just… curl around and lean back into my corner, take a second. Curl up against the ottoman down here and catch up a minute.

That was a first time. That was definitely my first one of those, like that. God.

Still holding this popsicle stick.

Roll my face up over toward him, and, um… we really are on the same page. He's panting, limp, his wet sweaty dick dragging back inside. Spent.

I cough—just a couple times, can't help it. Then back to long breaths, deep.

“You can…"

Long breaths.

“Do that… again, if you want…."

Roll my face back toward the ceiling, seriously take a break.

“Later…."

Damn.

Feels like he's got me wrapped around his finger. Under a spell. I don't remember it being this easy to get me to just—

I don't know. But like…

Dammit.

How long do I have to wait to do this again…?

Yeah. A late lunchtime is long enough.

Homecooked meal laid out for him at the head of the table, cold glass of water to wash it down, and homebrewed meal for me under the table.

No hurry. I'm not rushing him.

Curled up at the feet of his chair, wrapped up between his knees again, taking my time this time. Gentle kisses up and down, little suckles. Sucking him off sweetly now.

Left my phone somewhere else. Anywhere else. Answered a couple texts from Momma about not teasing Daddy so much, and if that's all she had on her mind to talk about, I've got nobody else to tend to today. Just me and my guest now.

I'm calm again. This is just nice.

Pop the tip back out of my mouth, lick at these slick wet strings dangling between us. Juicy.

“Good?"

Kinda murmur it. I just like talking to him.

“Like the food?"

Can't even see if he nods yes or no. Probably doesn't, though. Secretive, or stoic. Either. Just hear the little mushing sound of silverware scooping through pasta.

It's hot down here.

But I kinda like that right now.

Lean in, purse my lips around his underside. Quiet slurps. Take a breath—keep suckling. Kinda… sigh like this, maybe a little moan kinda thing. Vibrate it through him, taste his little automatic flex over my tongue.

He's not rushing me, either.

“Ymff—"

Pop him loose a second, but give him one more lick after.

“—How long you staying for?"

Not so much looking for the answer as getting him to think about it. How long he wants to stay for.

“A.C. guy coming tomorrow."

Two warm licks closer toward the tip. Not stopping to talk. Multitasking.

“It'd suck if the only time you're here is when it's boiling."

Damn.

I'm just getting even wetter.

My fingers slipping between my knees, too. Curling under my underwear. Told myself not to, but…

Come on. It's just fantasizing. Like, while I blow him. I'm not crossing the line I care the most about, and—come on. Seriously.

I really want to.

Knuckles already getting damp rubbing past slick cotton, but I'll just take it slow. I am in… ooh.

In no hurry.

Got a pretty good start down here. I could—mm. I could take him whole right now, easy. He'd just have pin me down, make sure I couldn't squirm away while he's inching inside all the way. God. For sure.

I haven't lost track. One finger for me… one more kiss for him, right against the tip. Another slurp.

“Fwou—mleh—you ever get help with this before?"

Not with the kinda voice like I'm jealous, I don't really care. I just like… talking. Makes it last longer.

Take a second to suck him all the way down. Brace my mouth against him, open wide, and slide him down against my throat. Brace for it—swallow….

Hlkk.

Oof. Perfect.

Pull him back out gooey and sticky. My kinda texture. Lap at the mess I'm making, stroke a little bit… little deeper inside me.

Little shifting noise at the edge of the table, and one big meaty hand comes down under with me, strokes me too. My cheek. Silverware clinks above me and in my peripheral vision I can see his waist bend an inch forward, taking a bite probably—but his thumb rubs my cheek up and down, ticklish, hot.

I guess I nuzzle into his touch, kinda… just enjoy it. Keep licking him while he pets me.

Kinda reminds me of my roommate back in university, my little escapade down here.

She was weird.

Always hanging out with this pokemon in our room, that mostly pastel weasel-y one with the long swingy fur down its paws, really slender. One of those ones. Said he was her dad's, back in the day. And her dad had passed. So I didn't touch that, not poking any sore spots, thank you.

It was just a thought in the back of my head back then, never really gave it a second read, but looking back, yeah, no, mhm, I get it now.

One hundred percent they were boning down as dirty as they could fit it in.

Mmf, wait. Yes. Thumb my clit just a little, extra slow. Want this to last.

Yeah. They weren't even reminiscing better times when he hung out. They were just sharing the same pair of headphones and listening to industrial rock. The S&M soundtrack kind, loud enough for me to hear whether or not they wanted me to.

She never did give my music recs a chance. Like a guy singing instead of screaming couldn't do it for her or something.

Pet myself a little bit higher in here too, there we go… and all my guy's got to do is stroke my jaw, keep me warm.

All he's got to do is touch me. This is really nice. Kiss him some thanks, little deeper again… hlrk.

And she was—yeah, always really antsy with me on the days he was chilling with us. Waiting for me to leave. No shit she jumped his dick the second I closed that door. Every single time, come on.

Thinking about it now, here's that voice in my brain making me tell myself fine, okay, she kinda maybe might have been on to something.

But I'm not that kinda woman. I'm adjacent. Not that far gone. I'm just imagining getting it doggystyle from a Hypno, is all.

Oh god. Yeah. My face in the pillows, the whole bed shaking. I already know he can plow. He can fuck. He's got the power, yes yes yes.

Mm.

Haven't thought about that roommate since pretty much the day I graduated.

Wonder if she's still doing it with him.

Pull back off from the last inch of his shaft again and I see what kinda mess I'm making all over again, spit hanging off my open lips and vibrating through my own panting.

“Lemme—hn."

Mm. Clean him up first.

“Lemme—hah—lemme swallow it this time, okay? I wanna drink it."

Get a little quieter, punctuate making my case with a tiny little kitten lick.

“I promise I won't spill any…."

He curls a finger under my chin and scratches. Pre beading up over his slit, and it's automatic I lap it up.

Silverware scraping farther over china up top, and it sounds to me like lunch is almost over.

Mm. Hnnng.

It's okay. I'm okay. My fingers are enough. I can… just finish this up now, drink him down, mix myself up, and that's enough.

Get a little more serious and tongue his slimy shaft up and down again, make sure he knows how bad I want a drink. Make my case. I really do wanna drink his cum, I'm not just begging, I mean it. I'm helpless. I need another load, thick as it gets.

Virile.

Just remembered that.

God, I wish.

Totally safe just fantasizing, getting off to the dream of a fat raw load swimming inside me, pumped deep.

Keep my lips wrapped around the tip, rub my free hand down the root of his shaft, squeeze him, milk him. Get him there. I want it.

You know I want your load. Come on. Feels good? Gimme a drink.

Mnnnf.

Please cum inside me….

God, come on, so close. Come on, yes—I'm—

Ah.

I'm cumming. Cumming cumming cumming cum'n—

Hnnnf. Mm. Yes.

God, please—yes. Inside. Deep.

My favorite kinda—ah—mnnn.

Nng. Yes. Yes. Yes. God, mm—mnnnn fuck.

Hff. Mm.

Ah…

Throbbing.

He's pulsing, he's cumming….

Nubs poking up just behind my teeth, big and squishy. Catching me. Oh my god, he's letting me drink it. He really is.

Mm.

Squirting right onto my tongue, creamy, thick… can feel the shape of every wet rope I'm catching. Yes.

Big load. Lucky pet. Promise I'll swallow it all….

Hard furry fingers over my cheek barely petting me for a second. Stroking scratchier, rougher. Telling me not to stop sucking, suck it all out.

And gulp him down. I'm a good girl. Don't break my promise.

It's a lot.

Sour. Delicious.

He… seriously knows how to treat a lady to lunch. My nerves are still tingling. I could keep going. Still near my peak.

Glad I know how to treat him right, too. My guest.

If he doesn't have anywhere else to be in a hurry, maybe he really can stay as long as he likes. Like a long vacation for him.

Not totally convinced I can keep telling myself I'm just treating him like a guest.

Doesn't matter. Never did.

Lap at his slit before I let him go, make sure I've got every slimy little strand.

“Hmmf…."

Slide him loose. Breathing heavy, still coming down.

Kinda still putting my thoughts back together, looking back toward the edge of the table like I'm looking up at him, just for me.

“Can you wait a longer while for the next one?"

He's not softening yet, so… kitten licks.

I don't want his dick going raw. Got to take proper care of it, for real.

“Hold off til dinner, and you can, um, do whatever you're feeling like. Mouth, throat. You can use my breasts."

Pull my hand back down to his shin, stroking gently. His coat is kinda soft. Adjust my—mphf—butt. Kinda sore down here now.

He really will have to leave eventually. I'm not in too deep. I guess I just wanna make sure he's always comfortable coming back.

Two fat fingers back to scratching my cheek, petting me, and I'm nuzzling into them like… yeah.

Right now, it's all my brain will let me think about.