I whistled to myself as I fried the bacon and eggs, an apron draped around my naked form. I didn’t want to eat breakfast just yet–the taste of Brian’s semen was fresh in my mouth and I didn’t want that to end so soon–but I was more than happy to make Brian some.
“Huh? What?” He grunted, barely awake. I lifted my head out of his crotch and smiled at him from under the blanket. “Oh, okay,” he mumbled, dropping his head back to the pillow.