Good Mourning

You groan in pain as you feel a great weight being lifted off your back. Your puny balls shrivel as a gust of cold hits you now that the only source of warmth is gone.

"Get up, Veronica!" Bob spanks you on the ass, unable to resist such a tempting sight.

You wake up instantly, yelping in pain before pulling on your panties. Bob stands there, completely naked, watching you dress. You steal a glance at his testes and marvel at how low they hang, even in such a cold weather.

"Oh fuck, my head!" He complains when your pants are on. "I need another drink."

Feeling likewise, you collapse on the couch, watching his muscular ass shake as he looks for the bottle. Despite your happy mood, you can't help but think of today as a Black Friday. Soon, you little adventure will be over - do you really want it to end?

"Cheers," You knock back what's left of the vodka, smiling as some of your headache goes away.

"Well, I guess this is it," Bob sits down on the loveseat, "Dad'll be home in an hour."

You think back to all of the wonderful experiences you shared as you stare at his cock, knowing you'll miss it. Then you smile as you see it harden.

"That should be just enough time for a quick blowjob. If you try, that is." Bob invitingly spreads his legs.