Just like all of my human lovers, Bob whimpered and sighed as he flopped on top of me. I was shaking and sweating when he grunted, “That’s enough that’s enough. With a little squeeze of my bum, he returned to the bar. That’s more like it!” he moaned as I covered his knob with my hot mouth and tongue. “Large one?” He asked. “Christ! My lower body still ached from my night of depraved sex, and my stomach turned with disgust every time that I thought about the previous night. I had been asleep for a few hours when I felt Bobby twisting off me. I braced myself as he pulled away. His nickname was ‘Bob the Builder’, after the cartoon character. I slid my hand onto his crotch and tickled his cock until I could feel it expand even further, then I ran my fingernail along the outline making him squirm in his seat. Shocked and embarrassed at what I had just done, I sat mesmerised, as Bob placed his front paws on the sofa, either
