Love chilling after sex with toys/cock/gock still stuffed inside me. We’re just cuddling now, but I’m still a fucktoy. They’re looking at their phone and occasionally showing me things, and I’m still a fucktoy. We’re talking about our schedules for the week, and I’m still a fucktoy. I never really, truly, stop being a fucktoy (even when I’m being a wastefully empty fucktoy) and the best way to make sure I don’t forget that is to ensure that I’m stretched full when doing “nonsexual” things and talking like a “person.”


















