Finally, our hunger is sated, and we recline back on the bed. You,
with your head on the pillows, me, laying the other way, with my toes
tickling your arm pit. I lick off sticky fingers, put a pillow on
your feet, and reach beside the bed to pull up a book I have
purchased, just for this occasion. It is a collection of erotic
stories. As you sip on your coffee and eye that last cracker, I
begin reading aloud to you. The story has the desired revitalizing
effect.

Your cock begins to stir, to stiffen as the words roll
languidly off my tongue. I softly move my free hand to your groin, and
begin drawing circles on and around your balls. I stroke the
lengthening shaft gently, my touch getting more firm as the story
heats up. You move the plates off the bed, and on to the night
table. The story is almost done, but you don’t wait for the finish.

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