muffindoodle

We went to bed late last night, far too late for a school night. Slutmuffin bought us a book of erotic photography, which did absolutely NOTHING to quell the stirring I already felt in my loins, no more than Slutmuffin coming in from her bath, wearing her now-accustomed silky blue teddy, tits riding high, recently smoothed pussy peeking out from underneath. Tired though I was, it didn't take long before I had a raging hard-on. Slutmuffin said she was still sore from the horse-fucking we had done the night before. I started stroking myself; she murmured that it really turned her on to watch me do that. Not wanting to waste a perfectly good hard cock, she suggested I let the massager do the work. I turned on the "thumper," and moved it slowly up and down the shaft, between my balls, slowly back and forth. It didn't take long before I sprayed come all over my chest. I reached and gently stroked Slutmuffin's swollen pussy, and asked her what we should do about that. "Not tonight, lover. You need to give my pussy the night off."

Last night, I slept on the wet spot. :-)