Thinking With Your Dick... Literally! (Corruption)

You throw your head back in pleasure as Stacey licks the trail of cum that had once again pooled at the base of your massive nuts. Stacey looked almost crazed with lust as she feverishly took turns between licking up your cum and worshipping your balls.

For Stacey, the experience was almost mind-numbing. Like an addict who needed her fix, she continued to bury her face in your massive balls and lick any trace cum that dripped down from your tip in front of her.

"Hey Stace, maybe we should- agh- take a second to- ah... fuck- think about what we do with that marker." You said, your worry about the consequences this marker could have overshadowing your horniness for a brief minute.

Stacey almost didn't care, in fact she was annoyed he kept bringing it up. She wanted him to just let go and enjoy himself, turn his brain off like she was. So she decided to do the exact opposite of what he suggested.

Still distracted by the pleasure, your tip still in Stacey's mouth like the cum straw it practically was, you barely notice the marker trailing across the outer side of your thigh. You look up, realizing that Stacey had defied your concerns, and on your thigh you saw "THINKS WITH HIS DICK". At that exact moment, the logical train of thought in your head derailed.

You needed to cum. Now. You placed your hands on the back of Stacey's head and shoved her down to the base. Your hips bucking your massive nuts into Stacey's chin, using her mouth as a fleshlight. To say your behavior was animalistic would be an understatement. Thanks to Stacey not thinking much about her phrasing with the marker you were more or less a body being piloted by a cock instead of a brain. In reality, Stacey was your wife, but in your current state, you could barely remember her name, she was nothing but a hole to fuck.

The hole felt so good, it hit all the right places as you fucked it ruthlessly. And it wasn't long until you finally spilt your seed into the hole.

Stacey was currently in almost hypnotic pleasure as Josh's cock flooded her throat, she felt his balls clench as he released his seed. "I could get used to this." She thought. Still not realizing to what extent the latest marker change had corrupted her husband. She hadn't realized it, but she had almost entirely stripped him of his humanity in pursuit of the cum she craved.

As long as this writing was on your thigh, you weren't Josh. All you were was Josh's cock.