Saturday started with a simple task—go out, pick up breakfast, bring it to Annie in bed. Easy enough. But from there? We spent the whole morning and early afternoon in bed, with me doing what I do best: pleasing her.

My mouth, my fingers, toys—whatever she wanted, however she wanted. Hours of worship. Finally, she pulled me up and told me to make love to her. That alone was a big deal—something that hasn’t been happening much lately. And when I came, I was on top of her, my mouth on her breast, lost in the moment.

Then, without a word, she just placed a hand on my head and pushed. I knew what that meant. I went down and cleaned my mess, taking care of her, bringing her to climax.

Now, I won’t lie—I’m not exactly into eating my cum. But the mix of us? That’s something else. Maybe that makes me weird, but hey—it is what it is.