"How many of those do you have stashed around?" I asked, my shoulders shaking slightly with my own breathless laughter as I moved to comply with his direction. A startled gasp of a moan escaped me as he pressed his face against my ass, and I muttered, "My God," as I reached down to tug at my cock, forgetting his earlier instruction to keep my hands on the counter.

"Are you fucking me, or torturing me?"