David’s cock takes the wheel

“Aaahhhhhhh.” David’s cock sighed as she lazily unholstered herself from her owner’s throat. She giggled drunkenly and kissed the tip of his nose before she pulled away, drawing a thin strand of girlslime between them as she sat up and admired her fresh lay.

His cock stretched, triumphant, a satisfied blush glow blooming along her shaft. “So judging by all that noise, you enjoyed me?” she said, beaming down at David. She throbbed again accidentally, the rogue aftershock volleying a stray rope at David’s chest. “Oops, sorry, babe. Or maybe I should say, you’re welcome?” His cock’s jovial false bravado turned to genuine concern, however, when he failed to react to her display. “David? Hello?” She craned herself back down towards David’s face, feeling his hot, salty breath against her sensitive head. Her length connected with his cheek over the course of a few light, probing slaps. No response.

Reeling herself back up, his cock started scanning around the room for clues. She quickly noticed the textbook on the floor, and the corresponding bruise just now forming on her owner’s forehead. “Oh, man. I guess I got a little too into it, huh, babe?” she said, sadly realizing that she hurt her lover during his first time. Looking down at his peaceful face, she felt as though she owed him the dignity of not being found knocked-out, pants-down in the closet.

David’s cock, like always, had formed a plan. First, she lifted his legs straight into the air, perpendicular the the floor, and shimmied his jeans back on. Planting her owner’s feet on the ground, she pushed his supine body along the floor using just his legs. With the crown of his head up positioned against the door, she slowly worked him upwards into a sitting position.

“So I only get your legs even when you’re knocked out, David?” she observed slyly as she rested, beads of sweat trickling down her semi-erect length from the exertion.

Carefully, she stood him up, using the door as a guide to slide his body upwards as she straightened his legs. Finally stepping away from the door, she lurched his hips forward, keeping his limp torso balanced above his legs. After wobbling around on his legs for a while, David’s cock got the hang of keeping him perfectly upright.

Spotting a fullbody mirror propped against the far wall of the closet, David’s cock couldn’t help but quickly admire herself yet again. She struck his legs into an open-stance pose and erected herself fully, her nubile shaft and balls jutting proudly from his open fly. “We make a great team, right, baby?” she said to David, quietly hopeful that he might suddenly awaken and praise her for her ingenuity (or her beauty).

Looking into the mirror, however, she also spotted a critical flaw in her plan: unable to zip up or button his fly, David’s cock had been using her balls to hold his pants in place.

When they left the room, she would be fully exposed.