“Who says I’m only going to come once?” I say in a teasing voice, fully entranced by how this beautiful man reacts to my touch. I’ve been so busy mourning all that I’ve lost that I haven’t taken the time to truly appreciate all that I have.

“And we also have toys,” I add as if it’s an afterthought, thumbing at his brow as I massage his prostate firmly, leaving his cock untouched. I want it just like this.

“Come on, come for me,” I murmur as I press a little more firmly, fingers moving a little more quickly. “You can do it, pesca.”