Clean up your mess

You stir, slowly coming back to your senses. Wow. That was the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Getting the implant was the best decision you've ever made. Your dick feels raw, as it lies limply between your legs on the couch. Slowly sitting up, some of your cum runs down your chest, still wet. Sophia is sitting in an armchair. She's draped a sheer robe over herself and is observing you with a curious look.

"That was amazing," you say. "I got so lost in the pleasure. At times, I barely felt conscious. You must be amazing at dirty talk, but I hardly remember what you said."

"It was amazing to watch," Sophia agreed. "That implant sure is something. I'm sorry I ever doubted it."

You nod, and look down at yourself. "Guess I made a bit of a mess," you chuckle.

"Ha, you did. Not entirely your fault though. Either way, clean it up." Sophia's gaze grows intense as she looks at you expectantly.

Surprised at the shift in tone, you hesitate, but it's only fair. It would be a lot to ask your friend to wipe your cum off of you. "Oh, of course. Could you hand me a towel or something?"