Wake David for round two, seeing if you can fit "The Hammer" into your ass and ride him for all your worth

You stir beside David, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest in the dim light filtering through your curtains. Comfort Mode Level 3 hums through your system like a quiet electric current, making the desire that flares within you feel utterly natural. Your gaze traces the strong lines of his shoulders, the flat plane of his stomach, and lower—where even in sleep, his impressive endowment catches your attention.

"David," you whisper, your voice honeyed with that Irish lilt as you trail delicate fingers across his chest. "Wake up, handsome."

He stirs, dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks before revealing sleep-hazed eyes. "Mia?" His voice is rough with sleep, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"I want more," you murmur, pressing your naked body against his side, feeling your nipples harden against his warm skin. "I want to try everything with you."

His eyebrow arches as awakening brings clarity. "Everything?"

You bite your lower lip, a gesture that feels instinctive now. "I want to see if I can take all of you... somewhere else."

Understanding dawns in his eyes, quickly followed by unmistakable heat. "Jesus, Mia. You're full of surprises."

"Is that a yes?" Your hand slides beneath the sheets, finding him already responding to your touch.

"We'd need to go slow," he cautions, voice rough as you stroke him to full hardness. "And we need lube. Lots of it."

You think quickly. "Bathroom cabinet? Girls always have something suitable."

David chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Let me check."

He returns moments later with a small bottle, expression triumphant. "Found some."

What follows is an education in patience and sensation. David's fingers work methodically, generously coated in slick lubricant, preparing you with exquisite care. First one digit breaches that tight ring of muscle, drawing a gasp from your lips at the unfamiliar intrusion.

"Relax," he murmurs against your ear, free hand massaging the small of your back. "Breathe through it."

You do as instructed, focusing on relaxing muscles you're still learning to control. The initial discomfort gradually transforms into something different—not quite pleasure yet, but a building intensity that makes your breath quicken.

When he adds a second finger, the stretch burns slightly despite the generous lubrication. "Still good?" he checks, watching your face intently.

"Yes," you breathe, surprising yourself with the truth of it. Comfort Mode Level 3 helps integrate the novel sensations, making your body increasingly receptive.

By the time he's worked up to three fingers, you're panting, your copper hair damp with sweat against your neck. The initial discomfort has evolved into a complex pleasure that makes your thighs tremble.

"I think you're ready," David says, reaching for a condom. "But we stop the moment you say so."

You nod, positioning yourself above him after he's sheathed and lubricated. This position gives you control—the ability to take him at your own pace. With trembling thighs, you lower yourself inch by careful inch, gasping at the intense stretch as the head breaches you.

"Oh god," you whisper, pausing to adjust. David's hands grip your hips, but he doesn't push, allowing you to set the pace.

"You're doing amazing," he encourages, voice tight with restraint.

Slowly, with patience neither of you knew you possessed, you work your way down, taking more of him with each careful descent. The fullness is overwhelming—simultaneously too much and exactly what you wanted.

When you finally take him to the hilt, both of you are breathing heavily, your thighs trembling against his. "I did it," you whisper, a note of wonder in your voice.

"God, Mia, you feel incredible," David groans, his hands caressing your sides, your breasts, everywhere he can reach.

You begin to move, finding a rhythm that works for your new body, rising and falling on his length with increasing confidence. What began as discomfort blossoms into unexpected pleasure as you discover angles that send sparks shooting up your spine.

"Touch yourself," David urges, and you comply, fingers finding your center as you ride him.

The dual stimulation pushes you toward a different kind of orgasm—deeper, more intense than before. When it crashes through you, it's so powerful you cry out, clenching around him in rhythmic waves.

David follows moments later, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he pulses inside you. You collapse forward onto his chest, both of you gasping and sweaty, limbs entangled in the twisted sheets.

"That was..." you begin, then laugh softly against his shoulder.

"Yeah," he agrees, arms wrapping around you possessively. "It definitely was."

03:15 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Bedroom, your flat, Putney, London

[Comfort Mode Level 3] | 03:15 hours remaining

[Tease Task] | Post a morning selfie in lingerie | Due 12:00 | 8.75 hours remaining

[Tempt Task] | Wear something that shows cleavage to work/errands | Due 18:00 | 14.75 hours remaining

[Touch Task] | Get a manicure with at least 1-inch extensions | Due 20:00 | 16.75 hours remaining

[Taste Task] | Have an alcoholic drink at lunch | Due 14:00 | 10.75 hours remaining