A Typical Wednesday; Conclusion.
All I can muster is an enthusiastic, eccentric and elaborate nod of the head accompanied by yet another gut-filled, pillow-muffled growl.
After I wipe myself down on my bathrobe, leaving it in a cum-stained mess on the floor, I walk into the bedroom, welcomed into the poorly lit room by your now semi-soft cock, rested on your lower abdomen as you lay in the middle of the bed, your feet over the edge. I lay down next to you, facing you, my knee on your thigh. My hand instinctively reaches out for your cock once more, nails softly scratching down your belly a...