Clean up

Stacey's says she's all right. More than all right actually, but as you come down from your sexual escapades you both realize you have made quite the mess and get to work cleaning up your bedroom.

You find the pen, nestled between two pillows and write CLEAN on both yourself and Stacey, ridding you of your juices, writing and all of their effects. It doesn't seem to work on inanimate objects though, which is too bad and you both work together to bundle up your bedding and take it to the laundry, thanking your lucky stars that your cum didn't soak down into the mattress.

"I think I'm going to miss big, little Finn." Stacey reminisces, staring at your regular sized package as you remake bed with your spare set of sheets together.

"He was pretty fun." You grin and tug your normal sized cock downwards, stretching it comparatively. "We have the marker now for whenever we feel like trying it again." You briefly pondered if the markers ink was everlasting.

"True. Maybe not for a while though." Stacey looks at you in amusement before wincing and pressing her thighs together. "For an unbreakable pussy you sure gave it your best shot to break it."

"What can I say? I'm a pussy destroyer through and through." You joke about your exploits and tuck in the sheets.

"Well, come on pussy destroyer. This girl needs her sleep." Stacey puts her hand to her mouth and yawns.

Feeling exhausted, you both crawl into bed and cuddle up under the blankets. You reach up with an outstretched hand and switch off the lights before kissing your girlfriend goodnight as she snuggles into your arms. She squeezes you affectionately before relaxing into your chest and closing her eyes. Yours begin to droop as well and you slowly fall into sleeps sweet embrace, wondering what tomorrow will bring.