She took his cock out.

She reached forward again and felt him in the darkness, his size somehow more impressive now that she couldn’t see him. Holding him with one hand, she undid his pants with the other and within seconds had his big dick out and in both hands. She was smiling in the darkness as she weighed him, and the smile was in her voice when she spoke. “You’re a complete fucking idiot, you know that?”

Reaching down in the dark, Dylan groped his way to her tits as she stroked him to erection. Finding her bosom, he gave a firm, possessive squeeze and felt her do the same to his shaft. “Maybe I am, but I couldn’t just leave you at home alone when I was so horny. Not without a facial to remember me by.”

Daisy laughed in the darkness. Dylan was already hard in her hands, and the darkness really did seem to make him feel larger. With only her hands to know him by, she found a new dimension given to him, like time. The time it took her to stroke him from length to base worked to emphasize his length in a way that seeing him simply didn’t. As she stroked him, she had the added pleasure of learning him by touch and traced every vein and ridge with her fingers, memorizing every inch of him in loving detail.

She purred. “Mm. That is very kind of you, Dylan, but I feel like I could have went without a facial if it meant you didn’t get shot.”

There was silence after that as Dylan removed himself from her hands. Daisy gasped afterward and reached out into the darkness, but Dylan redirected her hands. Then, he slapped her across the face with his massive cock before bringing it to rest on her forehead. He was heavy in the darkness, and the forceful impact of his dick was enough to bring her to climax. Subdued, she sat quietly as he spoke down to her. “I ain’t afraid of your husband, Daisy.”

Lifting his dick, Dylan used it to smack her again. This time, he brought it down on her forehead and the bridge of her nose. Daisy shivered again, another small orgasm spreading through her like a fog. This time, a soft whine escaped her lips. “He ain’t the man you thought he was and, from here on, he ain’t a man at all. I am, though, and I came here to take care of MY woman.”

One last time, Dylan lifted his cock and slapped it down across her face. This time, he found her waiting with puckered lips. He held his dick there, allowing the weight to subdue her. She mewled against him with her lips pressed firmly to the underside of his shaft. “And you ARE my woman now. So, it’s my job to see you satisfied.”

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