“I have to recharge.
You are going get up, go to the kitchen, warm up 2—no—4 slices of pizza;
not in the microwave either. Use the toaster oven Benji!” Veronica said.
Benji popped out of the bed and headed
for the door. “Also, a cocktail.” She added. Benji grabbed his junk, slapped
his ass, and began dancing. “I got some ‘cock tail’ right here for you toots!”
he said.
“Ummm….you are actually making my pussy dry. I literally
need a humidifier installed in my cervix.” Veronica said. Benji’s ego
shattered.
“I’m going to go warm your pizza—“ he began.
“In the oven.”
“In the oven doll face.” Benji headed toward the kitchen.
Veronica watched as he strode away. She saw him visibly depress a bit. Fuck….he is so sensitive. “Benji—“ she
called after him. Benji stopped and faced her. She laid back in the bed and
spread her yams. Benji froze.
He was hypnotized. It had been over a year, yet
the boy still lost himself in her face. He would do anything for her. She was his Venus. He worshiped her.
“For the record, you completely crushed my pussy.” she said;
parting her lips a bit.
“For real?” He perked right up.
“For real?” He perked right up.
“You absolutely wrecked me.” she blushed. The room could
barely contain Benji’s ego.
