True to his wish, their o.r.g.a.s.m arrived at the same point. Just as he was beginning to feel the c.u.m rocket up his shaft and splatter down her throat, Stephen's face was gushed with an intense o.r.g.a.s.m of her own, with the sweet, slightly tangy juice coating his face and chin. He could barely speak, let alone think, after an o.r.g.a.s.m of that magnitude, and by the visible aftershocks of her own body, Grace was in a similar condition.

"Grace?"

"Hmm?" She whimpered, sounding entirely worn out.

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"I wish for us to be clean, including the mess from our o.r.g.a.s.m, and to have our batteries recharged after such an intense c.u.m."

Within a moment, he felt dry once again, and only the lingering memory of the taste of Grace's juices was left upon his lips. For her part, she sprung up, and turned herself around, slipping back into the crook of his arms and giving him a perfectly content smile.

"Now, THAT, is the perfect way to start the day," she giggled.

"It's hard to argue with that," chuckled Stephen.

She pushed herself up on one arm, looking at his face, "Have I told you lately you have a perfect c.o.c.k?"

"Only like five times yesterday!" Stephen laughed.

"Okay, so not recently, then," she giggled. "Well, in case you've forgotten, I love your c.o.c.k!"

"How could I possibly forget anything about you? I still feel like this is a dream that's about to get interrupted by a pesky alarm clock."

Grace reached over him, to the clock sitting on his table. "Nope, alarms not even set," she said, cheekily.

Stephen kissed her, and earned a contented moan against his lips from her. After parting from their kiss, he looked back to the clock. Almost 7:30 am. Which meant, his mom should be leaving soon...

KNOCK KNOCK.