What was I going to do about my house? His tongue was like electricity against my skin, provoking my softest most delicate moan. Gay porn What was I going to do about my house? Got it, my sweet slut?“Y-yes Miles.” I nodded hastily, and I stepped into the bathroom. Then, he drifted off to sleep. I tweaked them as I stepped into the shower, and I turned on the water, letting it wash away the sweat covering my body. I used the available shampoo and conditioner, and I scrubbed myself clean. I could always make him bacon or cook him some sausages. He was in the shower for quite some time, and it gave me a lot of time to think by myself. I felt clean, but I also felt dirty. All that mattered was that he was happy. By now, I could tell he was smiling. I would need to bring it up to Miles soon, although I’d have to ask for his permission first of course. I laid on the bed, deep in thought until I heard the click of the bathroom’s door. He owned my mind, my body, and my soul. His cock pushed into me with a gentleness that I wasn’t used to.
