Why an interlude of course

Sticky, tasty. Coating your lips, tongue, dripping into your mouth, you swallow reflexively. Tasty, delicious. You’re laying on your back, you can feel the table beneath you again, you feel small and soft. Not enough, only a few drops, you can smell it, a man’s scent. You’re so sleepy. You open your eyes just enough. Full, engorged, close to overflowing, swinging back and forth slowly and vastly larger than your own. A huge pair of black balls dangling just above your eyes. Delectable. Another drop into your mouth, you look down, the shaft is huge, thick, veined, throbbing. More, please, another drop into your mouth, precum leaking from the tip of the colossus above you. Sleepy, you close your eyes for a blink. Something hard being wiped on your face, a wet streak, smells divine. How long have you slept for?. “Shhhh. You don’t need to be awake to be used.” You just want to sleep some more…