“I love the way your cock feels,” she said, her face laying against my chest which muffled her voice slightly.
“Mmm, especially how that nice big head slides between my lips. I love how my lips close around it.” Her fingers wandered idly around my thighs, tickling and teasing.
“You came a lot this time, I noticed.”
“Mmmm,” she sighed in contentment, “that’s because you did such a wonderful job.” She stopped tickling my thighs to fondle my cock. “Damn, your cock was just so perfect. I love how it just reaches that spot inside. And that little curve at the end rubs me just the right way. Mmmm, the thought of doing this tomorrow is making me aroused again.”
“What! You’re still not satisfied?”
“Oh, I am, I am.” She kissed my nipple, making me gasp a bit. “In fact, I think I’m going to be a little sore tomorrow. ” She sighed again. “But I couldn’t ask you to stop, not when that cock was feeling so good inside me.”
“We aim to please,” I said. I lightly scratched her back with my nails. No response “Hey.”
“I think you’re falling asleep on me.”
She yawned. “Your cock wore me out. Can we go to sleep now?”
“If you want.”
She rolled onto her back. “Okay, you can take it off now.”
So I undid the buckles and removed the harness, and moments later I was in the bathroom, washing my cock. The noise from me putting it back in the nightstand drawer made her stir, and she woke up slightly when I got back into bed.
“So, my new cock is a success, then? A keeper?”
Snuggling over to me, she whispered, “Your new cock was the best one yet. It’s just like you. Remind me to write a nice letter to the Blowfish people.”
I kissed the top of her head as she drifted off to sleep, her fingers still fondling my chastity device, in which my old cock still strained against the hard plastic.