Of course.

Seated on Dylan with his hands on her hips and his big cock filling her tiny pussy, Daisy closed her eyes and flexed around him, moaning and cooing through the joy of him. “You’re the only man who can satisfy me,” she whispered, and she cupped his head and pulled him into another kiss. Dylan allowed it, still holding her, and then he wrapped his arms around her midsection, holding her to him.

It was at this point that Daisy understood it. They felt right together, and Daisy was glad to have found a warmth and safety in a man which she did not fear would disappear. William and Caleb both had proven themselves inadequate beside this skinny man. Above her, Dylan removed himself and then wagged his spent cock at her, and still smiling, Daisy leaned forward to attend to him.

She was smiling as she tasted their mixed juices on his shaft, and she remained happy as she sucked and licked him clean. His flavorful seed overpowered her own juices and made it easier for her to feel comfortable attending to him in this way. She silently told herself that it justified the act of sucking him clean if he tasted this good. She didn’t know if it was true, but she knew that Dylan made it true.

Holding him by his sticky shaft, Daisy licked his glans with a purr, running her tongue along the ridges of him to gather anything she might have missed. “Mm.” She sucked off of his crown with a pop and stared down his shaft. “Even after you come, Dylan, you stay so big!”

In her mouth again, Dylan shrugged. “What can I say? You’ve been wasting your time with boys.”

Removing him from her mouth but still holding him by the root, Daisy nuzzled his shaft and laughed. “I really have,” she purred.

Dylan swiveled his hips and brought his cock around across her cheek. He waited afterward as silence followed the slap, and when Daisy began laughing, he smiled, too. They made eye contact afterward, and he asked, “Can I see you tomorrow?”

Holding him, nuzzling him, smelling him, and still tasting him, Daisy’s thoughts were only of him. At home, she would think about him, too, and she would compare him to her husband and grow increasingly frustrated. Still smiling, she whispered to him, “Honestly, Dylan, at this point, I don’t think you could keep me away.”

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