“I’m expecting Annie’s call when her and Nick get up,” Michaelene said, lazily. She gestured towards Patrick’s hard, straining p***s. “In the meantime, I suppose we might do something about your rod.”
Patrick wiped his face, nodding. His lips were redolent of Michaelene’s juices, her taste sharp on his tongue. The customary treatment he would receive, as was the case with their other “ordinary” acts, was now well-established.
Michaelene sat beside Patrick on the bed, their backs to the headboard, cupping his testicles with her right hand and holding a tube of lavender-scented lubricant gel in her left. She watched while Patrick m*********d.
“You don’t mind that we don’t have intercourse yet?” Michaelene asked, for not the first time.
“No, I understand that you reserve that act strictly
