He likes the girl you? Be a girl, then!

"Well," you begin, "I could always... maybe dress like this when we're together?"

The thought crosses his mind. Mister Yoinkers (He REALLY named it 'Mister Yoinkers?!?) seems to like the idea, and you can see him stirring. You slowly reach out to the Yoink-meister, and give him a little tug.

Bob grins. "Ooooh. I think I could go with that. My very own little hottie, that's also my best bud?" He moves your leg to reposition himself, rubbing the purple tip of his horribly-named-yet-very-nice-feeling phallus to your puckered pussy again. "And sex too? That's an offer hard to turn down."

He grins as you gasp at the moment he penetrates you again. You put your hands to his shoulders and pull him down towards you. "Just don't forget to buy me pretty things," you joke.

"So it's like that, huh?" he chuckles as he continues pushing further into you. "'You just want my money?"

"And your car... don't forget your car," you whine slightly as he pushes in all the way.

He's fully inside you, and now withdrawing. Your clit is hard enough to explode with nary a moment's notice, but you don't touch it. You don't have a chance before Bob leans over, skewering you in the missionary style. You run your fingers through his hair, gripping as you pull him towards you.

And damn, he's still a good kisser!

For an infinity you're not aware of, there's only three things you can feel - Bob's tongue, Bob's cock, and Bob's abs rubbing up and down against your little manclitty. There is just the feeling of pleasure as you can feel him consuming you, pushing you deeper into yourself so he can expand into you. Of your own puny organ tingling with sensation caused by this masculine presence...

When he pulls back from the kiss, grunting, you come to your senses as you feel him twitching inside you, filling your love tunnel with his sticky goo. Your cock is soft, but twitching as you ejaculate your own seed all over your chest.

Apparently, Bob's big enough to massage your prostate. He can make you cum without really touching your cock. Huh. That's a piece of info to file away for later, for sure.

After a few moments, Bob crashes down onto the sofa next to you, the warm afterglow of a HARD cum filling him. You turn, letting him big-spoon you as you snuggle together, the warms of two blasts of semen settling inside of you. You feel that glow as well, and you're so warm and comfortable, you can't help but...