Someone shows up at his door.

It was the next day and Daniel and his angel companion have not left his room. The angel had turned the sheets of his bed into smooth, seductively red silk at his request. He had also asked for scented candles to illuminate his room in a calming fashion, the scents done in impossible, abstract flavors that not only act as an upper for the existential angst of **** and a sexual stimulant.

Daniel was on his back in his bed. He still had not put on any clothes and he had no reason too. Instead, the angel had asked if there was anything that could please him and Daniel requested he dress in lingerie. The angel was now wearing white panties that clung tightly to his butt and his erect cock, with a matching set of stockings and a garter belt around his waist.

Daniel moaned as he came for what might have been the tenth time that day, the angel giving his divinely enlarged cock a masterful hand-job as the head shot out white cum all over his face, the angel more than happy to do so. There was cum on the floor, making up different puddles on the bed and all over the angel, the facial on the angel's face both adorable and arousing.

If you were to have had that many orgasms on Earth, your balls would be empty and at that point masturbation would be less of a fun activity and more of a test of endurance. Here, not only did every orgasm feel amazing, but he would shoot out loads of cum that seemed impossible for human production every time and there was no refractory period. He could literally do nothing but shoot his load for all of eternity. Hell, that was probably the whole point.

As the angel began to lick at the tip of his cock to milk him for more semen, a bell went off. Daniel recognized it as the door-bell.

"What was that?" Daniel asked.

"The door bell," the angel stating obviously.

"No, I mean, we have a door-bell?"

"Of course! Someone must be here to visit."

"Visit?"