Dot had to smile. A minute ago she’d come out of the shower, and there was Marcus about to step in. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she’d said, and then, because his dick was so adorable, jutting out the way it was, she’d bent low and given it a little kiss, not much more than a peck, really, a dick peck, after which she’d wrapped herself in towels, and left him to his shower.

And now she could see him through the shower glass. He was masturbating. Sweet guy, obviously unaware that she’d come back to the bathroom to get the pear she’d left on the vanity counter. Was he really going to make himself come? Sweet guy, stroking and stroking. Oh, there he goes! Jetting his cream into the spray. How sweet. She took a bite of the pear and watched him soap himself. Lather lather lather. That’s right, get your just-come cock all soapy. Mmm. Sweet guy. Rinsing off now. That’s right. All nice and clean. Dot took another bite of the pear and the juice ran down her chin. She barely noticed, for her guy was stepping from the shower, hair dripping, body beaded, softened dick adorable. She stepped forward quickly. “Here, have a bite,” she said, handing him the pear. “It’s so juicy.” And while he put the pear to his mouth, she went to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. It was fun to have him fit so easily inside. It gave her a feeling of power and a thrill as well. She compared the experience to how his cock felt when fully swollen, thrusting into her cunt, making her come. Another thrill sent shivers through her body. Enough of that. She stood up, kissed him, tasting the pear flavor of his lips and tongue, then quickly turned and went back to the bedroom to get dressed for work.