Cock Talk
It’s the morning after a night of hot, steamy sex.
“Little Beckett, are you trying to hide under there? You’re not doing a very good job.” “Fuck, Babe, how many times…” “Shush!” Gabby snapped, slapping the sheet where her boyfriend’s morning wood twitched underneath. He didn’t flinch much. “I wasn’t talking to you, Big Beckett,” she said, dragging a long nail along its striking length to tuck the sheet in around it. “I was saying good morning to Little Beckett. Hello, Lov...