She gets to work.

You watch amusedly as she crawls along your cum-bed towards your lifeless dick, as if a cat stalking its prey.

You’ll soon be correcting her of that notion.

It’s weird, you think, that you new cock-sleeve is still clothed, but you had a plan for that later.

For now, the little kitten gently touches the slumbering beast with her dainty fingers.

You hiss in approval, jolts of pleasure running straight to the monster, as it twitches, still asleep, though not as deeply as before.

She slightly jumps back, before regaining her courage, and leans back in, wrapping her dainty fingers around your mast.

Even soft and asleep as it is, her small, warm digits can only wrap halfway around your meaty head.

Still, it’s a wondrous sensation, and you moan in arousal, as those fingers partially squish into your man-meat, catching the monster between its sleeping softness, and raging hardness.

It’s a hundred times more sensitive than when your victims play with your tits. So many nerves down there are needed to drive the pump onwards.

This time, the twitch is more violent, as the monster opens its eye, leaking that wondrous nectar and stretching its leg.

It’s slowly starts lifting off your leg, it’s softness giving way to the blood rushing down.

The sleeve grows bolder, taken in by the pheromones, and wraps her other hand around your ballsack, and you release a guttural moan.

“Yes, my dear, just like that. Don’t forget your mouth. Use what God gave you.”

She gladly takes the advice, moving those small, but eager lips to your tip, looking the rising beast in the eye, before placing a feather kiss right on the slit.

You think you’re in love.

Your fuckstick certainly is, as it swells even bigger, rapidly pushing forward inch after inch.

So fast is the growth, that it penetrates her small lips and lodges itself deep into your sleeve’s mouth.

“Oh yes!!” You moan and reach forward, grabbing the waif’s head by her two pony tails. All the while, the waif continues to stimulate your dragon with those soft fingers, and it drives you crazy.

You haven’t felt this good in a long time, and you find that foreplay just isn’t your forte.

“Time to teach you deepthroating.” You mumble out, partially delirious by tightness and wetness of your sleeves mouth, and give a hard pull.

Shocked, but gushing a storm judging by the pool at her crotch, your sleeve can only watch as the prime meat being slathered and petted by her tongue now smashes inside of her, stretching her out like a sausage.

It would have killed her had you also not been guzzling your special pre down her throat.

Through the haze of your ecstasy, you smiled in pride, as your fuck toys lips blew up to properly caress your meat-tower. Soft, pillowy, and wet enough to seal up the entrance from any errant seed trying to escape.

Add on the adequate substitution of oxygen your pre provides, and this sleeve is literally breathing your jizz.

You could care less about that though, too busy were you face fucking this silver haired waif as if your life depended on it.

“Oh yes!!!!” You moan, thrusting and thrusting, “Deeper!! Deeper!!! Oh God!! Your mouth is so tight! Oh yes, keep doing that. Swirl that long tongue around my dick!”

In and out, you thrust, a firm grasp on those pony tails that gave you such great leverage. In and out.

In and out.

Pre was gushing out your cock, and you savored the lubricant. Unfortunately, the sleeve wasn’t growing.

It’s why you rarely bothered with face fucking.

Even the nectar of the Goddess can’t withstand the acids in a stomach.

You can feel something building in your sack. You don’t want to waste it, but that tongue feels so good. Those pillowy lips are growing even plumper.