Sheila sat up. She couldn’t make sense of a sudden feeling in her crotch. Maybe it meant she had to pee extra hard after sex. One of the few lesson she’d remembered from the mediocre sex ed she’d gotten in school. The other stuff was first hand experience. And the internet.
A scream so loud it almost shattered every window in the apartment.
“What the fuck. Babe, look at this. Look at it. I have a fucking cock.”
Josh didn’t quite comprehend the words she was saying but joined her in the upright positions. Confused, he followed her gaze down to her crotch. True enough, she had a cock and a pair of balls.
“Honey? I think that’s mine,” he said after a moment. That foreskin, the skin tone, and the curve to left as it slowly hardened on her body. As he said it, pieces of information assembled in his post sex hazed brain. “And I have your pussy.”
He didn’t have to look down. His hand was already feeling for the cock that should be there.
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