Eh, I have post nut clarity

I just came. I’m already self conscious about my ass. I hope Phoebe didn’t have shit on her finger. I hope they have mouthwash. Her tongue was just on my ass!

Every horny and filthy thing I wanted to do to Phoebe has washed down the drain with my cum. I really hate to break the news to her: I’m drunk and tired as fuck—I want to go to bed.

She knows I’m done as soon as I put my hands on her shoulders and say, “Let’s dry off. Put on some comfy clothes and cuddle in bed.”

“You want to cuddle?”

“Yeah. You’re such a freak that doing vanilla shit is actually filthy,” I say. Fuck. I just want to go to bed. God, it was fun while it lasted, really fun, but please don’t make me do filthy shit to this woman.

I don’t want to eat her ass! I want to sleep.

Phoebe says, “Fine. I’ll fucking cuddle with you, but better make me come before you fall asleep! I just don’t lick anybody’s ass! You got special treatment!”

Oh god thank you! We’re going to the bedroom. To my disappointment, we don’t put on comfy pajamas. We crawl into bed naked. We spoon, and her small body pressed against mine.

Her plump ass rubs against my flaccid cock. She wants me. I have a checklist in my head.

1. Get hard.

2. Fuck her from behind.

3. Rub her clit, tits, whatever she fucking needs until she comes.

4. Pull out and pass out