“Bro, I am so worn out.”
“I told you I’d fuck you until you couldn’t move.”
“I thought you were exaggerating.”
“I was not.”
“It feels like I’ll never be hard again.”
“Oh, bosh. You’re young. Your balls will fill up and by tomorrow morning, you’ll be pushing up against me, hoping I’ll fuck you for breakfast.”
He groans. “I feel so seen. I love morning dick.”
“If you stop trying to suppress how much sex you actually want, a lot of fun things can happen.”
“Yeah…we did have a lot of fun this morning.”
I smile. “We did. Do you uh, want to take your lunch on the sofa?”
“Bro, yeah anything to avoid getting up right now. I can’t move at all.”
“You poor baby.”
He flips me off and I laugh. “How are you even moving right now?”
“Oh me? I’m energized, I feed off your sexual aura.” I wiggle my fingers and make mysterious hand gestures.
“Ha ha, very funny. If you feed off of sexual auras how do you know how to make lunch?”
“Making a sandwich is the same as having sex,” I explain, “Meat, cake like bread, white sauce.”
He pauses. “I don’t know if I’m hungry now or not.” As if on cue, his stomach grumbled. “Ugh you betrayed me.”
“I’ll be back with your sandwich.”
“No white sauce please.”
“One un-fucked sandwich coming right up!”
“Ewww!”
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