Emma and Daniel agreed: the motel room in Clarksville was unconscionably boring. “But the bed seems comfy,” Emma said. “And you’ve got some good books to read.”

“I know,” Daniel said. “But after all that driving I’m too tired to read.”

“We should have taken the train,” Emma said.

Daniel managed a sleepy laugh. “Does the train even stop at Clarksville?”

“I should have shared the driving,” Emma said.

“No, I was happy to drive you,” Daniel professed. “I’m always happy to drive you.”

“And I’m happy to be driven,” Emma replied. “How about if we share this juicy apple?”

“That sounds like a plan,” Daniel said. “If I can manage to keep my eyes open between bites.”

“Oh my poor baby,” Emma said. “Here, you just lie down, and I’ll take care of the apple eating. You know, this apple resembles the head of your penis. The apple’s stem and your penis stalk, not so much. But still...”

Emma tested the shape and stiffness of the apple stem and compared it to the shape and stiffness of Daniel’s cock stalk. And then, after taking a bite of the apple, she tasted Daniel’s penis.

She alternated tasting: apple and cock, cock and apple, apple and apple and cock and cock.

Eventually, the apple consumed to the core, the cock tasted to completion, Emma whispered, “Oh my darling Daniel, your cum sauce goes so good with apple. I’m definitely adding it to my private recipe book.”

Daniel answered with a dreamy, “Mmm,” and drifted into a deep and contented sleep.