Order pizza

You clean a little while Amelia lays in a post nut comma, her giant cock slowly pulsating struggles to return to its flaccid state.

It may have been the first real orgasm she had in a while, that pump was just taking her perpetually the leaking precum that her giant balls keep churning, it doesn't seem meant to be a sex toy and definitely wasn't built to handle a full blow of her cum. More of a medical machine? Does that count as a disability? Well, there's a wheelchair in the corner of the room...

Anyway, you're getting hungry and you think that'd be great if we woke up with warm pizza. Walking around, you grab your phone, find a local pizzeria and order... yeah three will be fine, one margherita, one buffalo and a veggie, you never know. Payment on reception, yeah, she's the rich girl, she can find payment.

You turn on the TV, it's a show you already watched, lower the volume and prepare to sit back next to her.

Your eyes meet as she lays down on the couch "You have a nice butt, pizza man"

She chuckles and struggles to sit back straight. "Thank you very much, it felt great"

You sit down next to her, continuing the gentle approach "You're welcome, i felt like it's been a while since you relieved yourself"

"No no" She replied "I spent all afternoon masturbating in the bathroom, the bathtub was filled with... i spare you the details"

"Oh... I thought... you'd have trouble masturbating and..."

She interrupts you, giggling "W-what am I? A damsel in distress? waiting for a knight in shinning armor to make her cum?"

You blush with embarrassment, stuttering a bit, that was lame.

She grabs you by the shoulder and kisses you on the cheek

"Kind sir, I'm not saved yet! And i need a kind, gentle knight to save me!"

She approaches her mouth to your ear to whisper

"or a slu~tty boytoy to abu~se"