Dawn of the Final Day

You slowly open your eyes, feeling Trish's hard cock in your mouth. Her sack seems to have replenished its supply as you slept, and you feel precum drizzling onto your tongue for lord knows how long. You revel in the taste of it as you run your tongue up and down the head.

You take her rod deep into your throat as she sleeps, reveling in the taste. Trish groans in her sleep, and her hands find their way to your head, gripping your hair and forcing you down deeper onto her shaft. Your nose is pressed against her pelvis as she lets loose directly into your stomach for the umpteenth time in the last twenty-four hours.

"Nngh, God what a wonderful way to wake up," Trish gasps, letting your hair go as her eyes crack open, looking into the tree-crowded sky before her eyes find their way to you.You let out a slutty moan at the taste of her cum, and lick up her shaft, cleaning it and desperately trying to get anything you missed. Her eyes roam up and down your unchanged body as if trying to memorize each and every curve.

Her shaft hardens again fairly quickly in your mouth, and you can't help but trying to get another load out of her. You can't believe you did it, and even though you're feeling giddy because you're blowing your favorite person in the world, you also feel an impending sense of dread. You're also going to lose her. Unless you feel like sucking cock as a man, this reality which you've come to love will disappear.

"I'm gonna miss you Jane," she says, her thoughts mirroring yours. You think about how close you had gotten to becoming this way forever. How you had pretty much accepted you would be this way forever before she revealed she was impotent. You're snapped out of your reverie as she lets out a cute moan, her eyes meeting yours as she cums down your throat for what could be the final time.

"Come on Jane? Can't we go one last time? For old time's sake?"