"Do you like it?""Mhmm." "Can I do more?""I don't think-" "But you said you liked it! Come on, one more. Just one more," I'm already grabbing his index finger with evil grin on my face. He sighs, "Fine. One more." I put his hand on my lap then reach for the small bottle in front of us. The moment I've finished uncap the bottle, he suddenly takes his hand back. "I change my mind." He brings his hand to his back, hiding the one thing I want the most right now. I narrow my eyes at him, "Give me." It's a stern order, along with my hand in the air, waiting for him to surrender his precious hand on my palm. "Either you give me your finger or I finger your asshole right.now." Instead of being intimidated by my threat, he chuckles and gets up, ready to leave the long couch we're sharing. "Getting another drink. Want one?" He asks with the empty glass in his hand. "Sit down, mister. We're not done yet."

When I open my eyes in the morning, he was already up. Leaning on the headboard, with the duvet covering half of his body while another exposed for exhibition, he's totally absorbed with his phone for the fact I've been watching him for a few minutes now.I've seen his morning hair before and think he's fucking hot and sexy with the abs lining up at the front. But today, to see how chaotic his not-too-short-yet-not-too-long hair with that serious facial expression, oh my. He sure looked extra hot and sexy. Dreamy indeed.Without saying anything I curl my right arm around his middle as I hide my face between the pillow and the right side of his body, just inches to where his kidney is."Hey," the warm tone greets me, "Good morning to you too."I unhide my face and grin at

"This is better than your mouth." He lets it out in a sigh while I continue riding him in a steady pace. His hands are still resting on my hips, assisting me with my movement."Is it better than anal?"He grins, "It's too early to give my conclusion."I want to give more to help him conclude but my movement has somehow slowed down because I'm a bit tired and lacked of energy.I did ten laps just now so my legs can't really take this. Who told him to cook so much for breakfast that I feel guilty for eating like a pig so I decided to do that much swimming.There goes my goal to give him the best first time. I knew this is a bad idea. I should've just given him another head and do this when I'm fully charged.

"What was that?" I certainly ask him with an attitude, a hand on my hip with a face that shows confusion and, well, irritation."If we're gonna be transparent with each other, I'd like to know why did you leave after you told me you want to drown your face in my boobs."He stops focusing on the dishwasher rack in front of him and tilts his head, finally looking at me in the eyes."You can just do it, you know. I'm your sugar baby. Yours to fuck." Might as well put everything on the table.I can't read his face but there's no smile or anything positive there, purely blank blunt face."I think it's too soon." He closes the dishwasher and walks to the fridge, perhaps to take stuffs out for dinner prep.

"Okay it's my turn," I tell him after propping my arms to each side so I can see his face, "You're wearing too much clothes, by the way."He grins mischievously with his mouth glistening with my pussy juice, and some on his nose too, making me giggle by how cute he look right now.Wondering how hard he is for me but I plan to go slow so I'll figure that out later, first let's enjoy this strip show."You sure you don't want another?" He asks, still holding my thighs and kneels in between them."Or you're the one who's getting attached to pussies now?"Those eyes that used to be mysterious, well they still are, but now are looking at me dangerously, "Nothing better than a pink pussy to worship. I aim to please."