12:17 P.M.

He sat on her bed idly in his clothes, browsing the internet on his phone.

He heard the water stop. A few minutes later, she came out with nothing but a towel in her hair.

"Douched, cleaned, and cum free!" She said with a thumbs up.

"For now." He said with a wink.

The slightest hint of a smile fell upon her lips. "How many times do you want to do it today?"

He looked at the time on his phone. "How many sessions can we knock out before 11 tonight?"

She laughed as she stepped into her walk-in closet. "Don't you wanna do anything else? Learn more about me, hear of my history? Go see a movie?"

"I know a lot about you, I think."

"Oh, really?"

"We've been co-workers for six months, so probably."

"Favorite color?"

"Hmm...lavender blue."

"Ah. Favorite number?"

"52."

"Drink?"

"You don't drink? Also most likely green tea if you aren't talking about alcohol."

"Favorite...food?"

'Dick.' He thought to himself. He chuckled. "Ice cream."

"Flavor?"

"Strawberry."

"Huh. Maybe you do know a bit about me." She stepped back out in a white t-shirt and some gray, loose fitting sweatpants. She pulled them down a little, revealing her newly shaved crotch, her trimmed pubic hairs back in the shape of a heart. "Panties or no panties?"

"No panties."

She wiggled her eyebrows. "Hmm...favorite position?" She crawled up on the bed. She smelled like strawberries and caramel.

"Considering you squirt the last time I did it...doggystyle or face down, ass up."

"Observant little guy, aren't you?" She lay on her stomach and rested her chin on her hands. Surprisingly, the sweatpants hit a snag on her butt giving it a shape -- teasing Tyler ever so often as she swayed her ass back and forth. "

"Why do I like you?"

He rolled his eyes. "Uh, duh. Big cock, rich, and loves you."

"Well, one of those things was probably right." She teased. "I like you a lot because you're...sweet. You're kind, and considerate. Tom is too, but...I just can't pull myself from you. You're so magnetic I literally can't do anything but want to put out for you to express my love."

"You don't have to put out to express that you love me, ya ding dong. Just...love me."

She rolled her eyes. "Why do you like me?"

He set his phone down. "Well, you easily have the cutest smile in the entire world. Your laugh, the cute way you get all red when you get flustered...your moans, your personality...your cute little butt. Oh, and the face you make when I do this." He kissed her on the nose.

She flustered and her face lit up.

"That."

She sighed as she buried her head into her sheets. "You're so cringey. That sounds exactly like some garbage some loser protagonist would say in order to get into his romantic interest's pants."

"Well, did it work?"

She looked up and grinned. "You're really good at making a woman ruin her favorite sweatpants as soon as she puts them on."

He smiled triumphantly and put his hands behind his head. "Keep 'em on. I'm sure I'll destroy them with stains later."

"Right now?" She asked.

"No. Well, I mean, unless you want to."

She thought for a moment. "Hmm...nah. I'm in a really...cuddly mood. I just wanna curl up in my sheets and feel you against me while we watch a movie." She cleared her throat. "I-if, you know, that's okay with you, master."

He laughed. "Where did that last part come from?"

She laughed with him. "I thought I'd give calling you master all the time a shot. Cringey, huh?"

"Ehhh. I'm not your master outside of sex anyways." He grabbed her and motioned for her to spoon. She assembled little spoon position. "And you aren't my, err...slave? Or whatever." He kissed the back of her head. "You're just my girl."

She flustered even more as she wiggled her butt up into him. "Urghh, you're the worst."

"Master." He corrected. "You're the worst, master."

"But --"

He laughed as he pulled her up and rested her in his lap. "I'm just teasing you, ya dummy. Put on a shitty Wisney movie and let's take a breather and cuddle for a little."