I love this part of the morning when Vaughn’s cock has woken up but his mind has not. His cock is trying its best to obtain its morning wood and swells painfully in its plastic confines. He’s been locked up for a week now, and now every morning leaves him more maddeningly frustrated than the last. I listen to him moan and hump the bed for an orgasm that will never come.

Vaughn used to hump the bed often in his sleep and ruin not only the sheets, but any chance of sex before breakfast which is my favorite. Something had to be done. He of course protested surrendering use of his cock to me, but I can tell he loves being horny for me all the time because it means we have more sex. A lot more sex. When I tell him he’s gorgeous riding my cock like a champion, he just drips like a faucet. That mental image makes my erection throb. Enough of this farce. I lubricate my cock and crawl onto the bed to mount that big bubble butt. He’ll feel better once I’ve fucked him and reminded him of his role in our relationship.