Stacey thanks you

"You know, a lot of guys would have probably gone a lot further if they had me in that position." Stacey breathes, looking up at you vulnerably.

"I know. I'm pretty cool right? Like super noble and shit." You smirk, taking another taste of of your girlfriends lips.

Stacey snorts and slaps you on your shoulder.

"I'm serious! You could have made me into your full time sex **** or something but you didn't. I know several of my dipshit ex boyfriends who would have." Stacey stares at you with a puzzled look.

"Wait... so, I can't make you into my sex ****?" You jest.

"Ha, ha... How about I make you my sex ****, hmmm? How would you like that? I'd make you walk around me bare chested all day, massaging my feet, licking my-woooooo!"

Stacey squeals as you fall on top of her onto the bed, placing an arm on either side of her.

"I wouldn't mind that." You lean down and give her nose an affectionate nudge with yours.

Stacey goes quiet and you start wonder if something is wrong.

"Stace?"