Chapter 1: Neon Desires and Digital Intimacy
Jason looked over the city from his penthouse as sipped a Japanese whiskey.
The faint hum of the air conditioning filled the room, a stark contrast to the chaos of Shinjuku below. The skyscrapers were silhouettes of steel and glass, reflecting a kaleidoscope of neon lights that painted the night in vibrant hues. He leaned against the cool glass, his reflection staring back at him, a shadow against the brilliance outside. His phone buzzed on the polished surface of the desk behind him, another notification. It was becoming a nightly ritual, a predictable dance that had long since lost its thrill.
He hesitated before reaching for the phone, knowing all too well what it was.
He looked at his screen seeing a new Onlyfans model to being recommended to him.
"Big Dick Mistress" was what it read. He clicked on her link seeing she you had to subscribe to see her page.
He pays the ten dollar monthly fee to see her content. As soon as he paid first picture was of her with own masisve cock her hand firmly gripping it. She was staring at camera with a smirk. He stared at it for a moment feeling a spark of interest. He scrolled down to see her bio.
"BBC Goddess ready to make your deepest fantasies cum true. Pornstar look-alike with a 12.5" monster cock ready to please and punish. Custom videos available, but no face reveals, boys, unless your a big spender"
Jason smirked, taking another sip of his whiskey. "Well, well, look what we have here." He said to no one, his eyes still glued to the screen.
He clicked on one of her videos, a POV blowjob. The quality was crystal clear, the lighting was soft, and the angle was just right. He could almost feel the warmth of her mouth, the touch of her lips.
The video was a POV blowjob, and it was well-crafted, each movement deliberate and designed to tease. She had a silver tongue piercing that glinted under the soft light, adding a touch of edginess to the scene.
Jason felt a stirring in his pants, but he was not fully invested yet. He had seen too many of these to be easily swayed. He was looking for something different, something that would make him feel alive again.
He opens the chat button to send her message.
"Hi just subscribed interested discing and ordering a custom with you," his message reads as he sends it off.
A few minutes pass before he gets a response.
"Hey there! 😊 Thanks for subbing! What's on your mind? I'm here to make your wildest dreams come true 😉"
Jason smirks, "I'm looking for something... unique. Something that will make me feel like I'm there with you."
"Ooh, I love a challenge! 😍 What do you have in mind, sugar?"
Jason leans back against the window, the city lights casting a soft glow on his face as he thinks. "Hope you don't mind if it gets a little freaky, got some pretty sick kinks,"
he types, a hint of mischief in his voice.
"Bring it on, baby. I've seen and done it all. Nothing shocks me," her response comes quickly, her confidence undeterred.
He smiles, intrigued. "Alright then, how about this - I want you start off by pissing in a cup. Then riding your biggest dildo moaning my name Rod, till when your about to cum you cum in the cup you pissed in, the drink your is and eat your cum from that cup," he types , his eyes scanning the message before hitting send.
There's a brief pause before she responds, "Wow, that's... intense. I like it. But it'll cost you extra, sweetheart. This is some next-level stuff."
Jason chuckles, swirling the ice in his whiskey glass. "And how much extra would that be?"
"Well, since it's custom and filthy as fuck, let's say... $500."
He doesn't hesitate. "Done. Let's make it happen."
"Excellent! Give me a few days to set everything up.
In the meantime, why don't you send me a picture of yourself, so I can get a better idea of who Rod is?"
Jason raises an eyebrow, intrigued by her request. He's used to being the one behind the screen, anonymous and unseen. But there's something about her confidence, her insistence, that piques his interest. He takes a deep breath, then sends her a picture from his last business trip - a selfie of him standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, the city lights twinkling behind him. He looks good in the picture - confident, successful, a little mysterious.
Her response comes quickly, "Damn, Rod your fucking hot. Send me a pic of your cock," Jason is surprised by her boldness, but he finds it refreshing. He decides to play along, snapping a picture of his semi-hard cock and sending it her way.
"Damn your bigger then me, fuck bet you could fuck my ass all night hard and fast with that," she types back adding a wining emoji.
Jason grins, "Is that an invitation, or are you just saying that because you want me to tip?"
"It's an invitation, baby. But the tips won't hurt either 😉"
Jason chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "Alright then, how about this - I'll send you $100 now, and when the video's ready, I'll send the rest. But only if you promise to say my name while you're riding that dildo."
"Deal.
And I'll make sure to scream it loud enough for the whole city to hear," she replies, attaching a smiling devil emoji to her message.
Jason feels a slow smile spread across his face as he takes another sip of whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass. He sends her the $100 as promised, and as he does, he can't help but feel a spark of anticipation. It's been a while since he's felt this way, since he's allowed himself to feel this way.
He sets his glass down on the desk and walks over to the bed, sitting down at the edge.
He leans back, his hands resting behind him as he looks out the window again. The city lights continue their dance, a symphony of color and movement that seems to pulse with life. He thinks about the request he sent her, the way she replied without hesitation. He likes that about her - her confidence, her audacity. He's grown tired of the usual dance, the same old routines. He wants something different, something real.
His phone buzzes again, and he glances at it, expecting another message from her. But it's not. It's a text from his assistant back home, reminding him of a meeting he has tomorrow morning.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. The stark contrast between the world he inhabits now and the one he's about to return to is stark, a jarring reminder of the life he's built for himself.
He sets his phone down on the nightstand, his eyes scanning the room. It's a minimalist space, much like his life. The walls are a stark white, the furniture is sleek and modern, and the only personal touch is the small collection of whiskey bottles lined up on the desk. He's become a master of efficiency, of compartmentalization. His life is neatly organized into boxes, each one serving a specific purpose.
Work, Travel, Pleasure. He's efficient, he's effective, and he's lonely. The city lights fade into the background as his mind drifts to the conversation with the OnlyFans model. He likes the idea of her, the fantasy she provides. But it's still just a fantasy, a fleeting distraction from the monotony of his existence.
His phone buzzes again, this time with a notification from the OnlyFans app. She's sent him a message along with a teaser picture. The image is a close-up of her hand, holding a large, veined dildo.
It's a striking contrast, her delicate, manicured fingers wrapped around something so thick and hard. She's looking straight into the camera, her eyes smoldering with a blend of defiance and invitation.
Jason's brows furrow slightly as he studies the photo, a sense of curiosity and anticipation stirring within him. He swipes up to unlock his phone and opens the message.
"Rod, just a little preview of what's to come 😉 Hope you like it. Can't wait to make that fantasy of yours a reality. Sweet dreams, baby.
Remember, I'm doing this all for you. 😘"
Jason's gaze lingers on the picture, his fingers tracing the screen as if he could feel the texture of her skin. He can't help but smile at her playfulness, at her eagerness to please. He sets his phone down and leans back, his arms resting behind his head as he stares at the ceiling, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
The next afternoon, Jason finds himself sitting in a meeting room with a group of Japanese business associates. The room is filled with the soft hum of conversation, the clink of tea cups, and the crisp scent of green tea.
Jason sits at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the detailed presentation slides on the screen behind him. His mind is elsewhere, still lingering on the late-night conversation with the OnlyFans model.
"Mr. Saito, could you please elaborate on the third quarter projections?" one of the associates asks, his voice polite but firm. Jason snaps back to reality, his eyes focusing on the man across the table.
"Of course," Jason responds, his voice steady and confident. "Our third quarter projections are looking positive, with a projected 15% increase in sales compared to last year. But it would have been better had you let me do my job," Jason smirked, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he referred to an earlier disagreement. The room filled with polite laughter, and Jason could see the tension easing. He was good at this, at balancing the line between professionalism and charm.
The meeting continued smoothly, with Jason leading the discussions and negotiations with ease. He was in his element, commanding attention and respect from the room. Yet, his mind would occasionally wander to the OnlyFans model, her words echoing in his head, her image lingering in his mind’s eye.
He found himself glancing at his phone more often than usual, waiting for the next notification, the next message.
After the meeting, Jason stepped out of the conference room, his assistant, Yumi, falling into step beside him. She was a petite, efficient woman in her late twenties, always impeccably dressed and organized.
“Yumi, did you set up the dinner meeting with Mr. Nakamura?” Jason asked, adjusting his tie as they walked down the corridor.
Yumi nodded, her eyes scanning her tablet. “Yes, it’s confirmed for tonight at 7:30. The restaurant is in Ginza.”
“Perfect.
Can you also arrange a car to take me to my hotel after? I think I’ll be needing some downtime after this,” Jason said, rubbing his temples lightly.
Yumi looked up from her tablet, her expression concerned. “You look a bit tired, Mr. Lee. Maybe you should relax a bit more instead of rushing from one meeting to another.”
Jason offered a weak smile. “You know how it goes, Yumi. There’s always more to do, more to see.
But tonight, I think I’ll take your advice,” Jason replied, his voice softening slightly. Yumi nodded, a hint of relief in her eyes. “I’ll let them know you’ll be attending dinner solo tonight, if that’s alright with you,” she said, adjusting her glasses as she jotted down a note.
“That would be great, thank you, Yumi,” Jason said, his eyes scanning the corridor as they approached the elevator. The stark white walls and fluorescent lights seemed to close in on him, a stark contrast to the vibrant city outside. He stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind him with a soft whoosh.
The silence was almost deafening after the bustle of the office. He leaned against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed as he took a deep breath, the artificial scent of the elevator filling his lungs.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. It was a notification from OnlyFans. He swiped to unlock his screen, his heart beating a little faster as he opened the message.
It was a sneak peek of the video he had requested. He could see her sitting on a bed, dressed in lingerie, a large dildo resting on the sheets beside her.
She held a clear plastic cup in one hand, and he could just make out the liquid inside from the camera angle. She winked at the camera, then turned her attention to the dildo, picking it up and examining it as if considering how best to use it.
Jason felt a rush of heat, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly scanned the rest of the message.
"Thought you might like a little preview, Rod. Can't wait for you to see the full thing. Just a few more days, baby.
Almost done. Are you as excited as I am? 😈
Jason's smile widened as he read the message, his fingers tracing the screen as if he could feel the heat of her words. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this anticipation, this buzz of excitement. It was intoxicating.
His phone buzzed again, this time with a text from his assistant, Yumi.
Yumi: Your ride is waiting for you outside the lobby, Mr. Lee.
Jason: Thank you, Yumi. I'll be right down.
Jason responded quickly, his mind still on the preview message from the OnlyFans model. He pocketed his phone and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before stepping out of the elevator. As he walked through the lobby, he could feel the weight of the stares from the reception staff and other guests. He was used to it by now, the curious glances, the whispers behind hands. He was a frequent visitor to this hotel, a solo traveler with an air of mystery about him.
The car ride to his hotel was uneventful, the driver polite but professional. Jason found himself zone out, his mind drifting back to the video preview.
The image of her wink and the suggestive smirk burned into his memory. He felt a familiar ache, a reminder of the loneliness he often pushed aside. The car pulled up to his hotel, and he stepped out, the cool night air offering some relief from the humidity of the day.
The lobby was quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling streets outside. The concierge nodded at him as he passed, his eyes lingering on the elegant suit Jason wore. "Good evening, Mr. Lee. Welcome back," the concierge greeted him with a smile.
"Thanks," Jason replied, returning the smile briefly before heading to the elevator.
He was eager to get back to his room, to the solitude and the comforts of the familiar space.
As the elevator ascended, he could feel his body relaxing, the tension of the day melting away. He leaned against the wall, his eyes closed as he took a deep breath, the familiar scent of the hotel enveloping him.
The elevator chimed softly as it reached his floor, and he stepped out, the carpet muffling his footsteps as he walked to his suite. He inserted the key card, the lock clicking softly as he pushed the door open.
The suite was bathed in the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. Jason took a deep breath, the scent of expensive leather and aged wood filling his lungs. He loved this place, the minimalist design, the quiet elegance. It was a stark contrast to his life back home, to the constant noise and chaos of his job.
He tossed his keys onto the polished surface of the desk and walked over to the minibar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He took a sip, the amber liquid warming his throat as he made his way to the window.
He stood there for a moment, looking out at the cityscape, the neon lights dancing like fireflies against the night sky. He felt a sense of detachment, as if he were watching a scene from a movie rather than standing in the heart of a bustling metropolis.
His phone buzzed again, pulling him back to reality. He picked it up, a slow smile spreading across his face as he saw it was another message from her.
"Big Dick Mistress": Just wanted to let you know that I'm starting on your video tonight. 😉 Expect some fireworks, baby.
He chuckled, taking another sip of his whiskey.
"Looking forward to it," he replied, his fingers already typing out the next message. "Can't wait to see you in action."
"Oh, I bet you can't. 😏" she responded, adding a wink emoji. "But patience is a virtue, Rod. Good things come to those who wait. 😈"
Jason smirked, setting his glass down on the windowsill. He walked over to the bed, his shoes echoing softly on the hardwood floor. He sat down on the edge, his eyes never leaving his phone screen.
He could feel the anticipation building, a slow burn in his chest. He loved this part, the waiting, the not knowing. It made everything that much sweeter when it finally happened.
His phone buzzed again, and he couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him. She was sending him screenshots of the process, pictures of the dildo, the cup, the bed. She had even included a shot of her feet, stark against the white sheets, her toes painted a glossy red. He could see the dimples in her cheeks from her smile, even in the picture.
"Just a little tease for you, Rod.
😘 Almost ready to give you what you want."
Jason's grin widened as he looked at the pictures, his body stirring with anticipation. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the heat building in his core. He was used to the quick, fleeting encounters, the unsatisfying meets and the empty promises. But this felt different. This felt real.
He leaned back on the bed, his hands behind his head, his legs stretched out in front of him. He let out a soft sigh, the city lights casting a soft glow on his face.
He felt a strange mix of excitement and contentment, a rare combination in his otherwise monotonous life. He was looking forward to the video, but for the first time in a long time, he wasn't just fixated on the end result. He was enjoying the lead-up, the anticipation, the connection.
A sudden thought crossed his mind, and he quickly typed out a message: "Can I request a change to the video? I want to see your face."
There was a slight pause before she replied, "Don't you trust me to give you what you want, baby? But yeah, for the double the price yes," she added, punctuating her message with a wink emoji.
Jason felt a glimmer of excitement at the challenge. He was not one to be deterred by a little extra price, especially when the reward was as tantalizing as this. "Alright, deal. But only if you promise to scream 'Rod' so loudly that my neighbors can hear you," he typed back, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Mmm, I like it when you’re demanding, Rod. I’ll make it worth every penny. Now, be a good boy and send the rest of the payment," she replied, ending the message with a lips emoji.
Jason couldn't help but chuckle. He was already past the point of no return, and he knew it. He quickly transferred the remaining $400, and seconds later, he received a confirmation message.
"Perfect. Now, get comfortable, Rod. This is going to be a show you won't forget," she replied with a fire emoji, signaling that the action was about to start.
Jason settled more comfortably onto the bed, his back against the headboard, his phone propped up on a pillow in front of him. He took a sip of his whiskey and let out a deep breath, anticipation coursing through his veins.
This was it. The moment he had been waiting for, the reason he had bothered with the tedious back-and-forth, the reason he had paid the premium price. He was ready.
His phone buzzed again, and he picked it up, his heart pounding slightly faster. She had posted the video. His eyes scanned the title: "Rod's Wildest Dreams: Brought to Life." He felt a thrill run down his spine. This was going to be good.
He clicked on the video, and it started playing immediately. The camera was set up in her bedroom, the lights soft and inviting.
She sat on her bed, her long hair cascading down her back, her eyes locked onto the camera. She had changed into a different outfit compared to her previous pictures—a black lace bodysuit that hugged her curves in all the right places. The room was bathed in a soft, warm light, casting a subtle glow on her skin.
"Hey there, Rod. It's me, your Big Dick Mistress," she said, her voice sultry and confident.
"And I've got a little surprise for you tonight." She leaned back slightly, revealing the large dildo she had mentioned earlier, it was propped up against the headboard, within easy reach.
"But before we get to that," she continued, a playful smirk on her face, "I thought I'd show you what you're missing." She reached for the cup on her nightstand, a clear glass cup.
She pull out her massive cock and brings the cup up to the tip of her cock
, waiting for a few seconds before peeing in the cup.
Jason almost drops his glass of whiskey, his eyes wide in disbelief and arousal. He had seen plenty of explicit videos, but this was different. This felt real, intimate, and forbidden.
"Like what you see, Rod?" she cooed, setting the cup down on the nightstand. She gave the camera a wink, her hand trailing down her body, tracing the curves of her lace-clad frame.
Jason nodded, his mouth dry. "Fuck yes," he murmured to himself, his fingers already going to work on his belt.
He slid his pants down, releasing his throbbing cock. He gripped it firmly, his eyes locked on the screen as he began to stroke.
On the video, she picked up the dildo, her eyes never leaving the camera. "Now," she said, her voice low and sultry, "it's time to give you what you've been begging for." She straddled the dildo, her eyes fluttering closed as she slowly sank down onto it.
Jason's breath hitched, his strokes becoming faster, harder. He could imagine the sensation, the way the dildo would fill her, stretch her.
He stroked himself harder, his breath coming in ragged pants.
"Look at me, Rod," she said, her eyes snapping open, her gaze piercing the camera. "This is all for you. Every inch, every moan."
Jason's heart pounded in his chest. He was close, so close. He could feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the tension coiling in his muscles.
On the screen, she began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, the dildo disappearing and reappearing within her. Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft moan, her head falling back slightly.
"Rod..." she whispered, her voice laced with both pleasure and pain. "Fuck, Rod, you feel so good."
Jason could barely contain himself. The sight of her, the sound of her voice, the way her body moved—it was all too much. He could feel his climax building, the tension in his body reaching a breaking point. He stroked himself faster, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"That's right, baby," she purred, her hips moving faster, more urgently. "You like that, don't you? You like seeing me take this big fucker for you."
Jason's grip on his cock tightened, his teeth gritted as he watched her ride the dildo with increasing fervor. The muscles in her thighs and calves tensed and released with each thrust, her breath coming in ragged groans.
"You wanna see me cum, Rod? You wanna see me squirt all over this massive cock for you?" she panted, her fingers digging into the sheets beside her.
Jason nodded, his eyes locked on the screen, his body taut with tension.
She stands up letting the dildo slide out for her ass as she strokes her cock grabbing the cup she pissed getting ready to add her cum to the cup.
Her hand strokes her cock fast and hard now bringing her to her climax.
Jason could feel every movement, every stroke, every breath as if he were there with her. His heart was pounding in his chest, his body tense with anticipation. He watched as her back arched, her hips bucking against her hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, Rod... fuck..." she panted, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. "I'm so close... so close..."
Jason's own body was on the edge, his cock throbbing in his hand.
He was so close, but he wanted to see it, to watch her fall apart. His breath was ragged, his chest heaving as he watched her, his grip almost painful on his cock.
On the screen, she was moaning loudly now, her hand moving furiously over her cock. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body tensing and releasing as she chased her orgasm. "Fuck yes, Rod... God, yes... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum so hard for you..." she panted, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Rod... I'm... I'm... Fuck!"
Jason watched, transfixed, as she came undone. Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed, her hips bucking against her hand. She let out a scream, his name echoing through the room, loud and clear.
"ROD! FUCK! I'M CUMMING! FUCK!"
Jason felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him at the sound of his name. He knew she was going to cum, but hearing her scream it like that, seeing her lose control, it was more intense than he had imagined.
He stroked himself faster, his grip tightening as he watched her. He could see the pleasure contorting her face, her body tensing as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
He looked at her cuming into the glass her cum mixing with her piss.
He stares at her in awe of her beauty and power.
She takes the glass and brings it to her lips drinking the mixed fluids.
"Mmm, Rod... Fuck, that's hot," she moans, her eyes never leaving the camera. "You like that, baby? You like seeing me drink your cum?"
Jason's hand moves faster, his breath coming in short, ragged pants. He can feel his own release building, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter.
She watched as she gulped down the glass as of piss and cum , her eyes never leaving the camera.
"I'm not done yet, Rod," she says, her voice thick with satisfaction. "I've got more for you."
Jason's breath hitches, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel his climax approaching, the pleasure building like a tidal wave ready to crash over him. But he wants to delay it, to prolong this moment, to savor every second of this connection with her.
On the screen, she reaches for the dildo again, her eyes locked on the camera as she guides it back inside her.
Jason can see the glistening wetness, the evidence of her arousal and her previous climax. She lets out a soft moan, her hips moving slowly, tentatively at first, as if savoring every sensation.
"I can feel you watching me, Rod," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "I can feel your eyes on me, your hand on your cock. It turns me on, knowing you're here with me, even if it's just through this screen."
Jason's heart skips a beat at her words.
She glides up and down stroking her cock as her she moans out his name again "Rod image how good it would feel inside my ass, you pumping into as I stroke my cock," Her words are like a symphony to his ears, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.
Jason is in awe of her, the way she commands the screen, the way she makes him feel. He can feel the connection, even through the screen, even though they are thousands of miles apart.
She begins to move faster, her hips bucking against the dildo, her hand stroking her cock in rhythm.
"Fuck, Rod, I can feel it," she pants, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. "I can feel you here with me, inside me.
Fuck, Rod, you feel so good."
Jason's breath hitched as he watched her on the screen, her body writhing with pleasure. He could almost feel the dildo inside her, the way it stretched her, filled her. He could almost feel the heat of her skin, the slickness of her arousal. He stroked himself harder, his grip tightening as he chased his own release.
She was a master at this, a goddess controlling the scene with every movement, every word. She knew exactly what he wanted to see, what he wanted to hear. And she gave it to him, unapologetically, unashamedly.
"Fuck I feel my cock twitching you want to see me cum again as I scream your name baby," she says she starts to bounce harder off the dildo.
Jason watches, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his hand moving rapidly over his cock. He can feel his own release building, the pleasure coiling inside him like a spring about to snap.
She smiles wickedly at the camera, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "I'm going to cum so hard for you, Rod," she pants, her hips moving faster, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Her hand starts to move faster and faster growing in speed stroking her massive cock.
Jason watches her through hooded eyes, his own body taut with tension. His grip on his cock has become a blur of motion as he matches her pace, his release just out of reach.
“Fuck, Rod, I’m almost there. I’m going to cum so hard. You’re going to see it all,” she moans, her body trembling with the effort.
Jason can feel his own climax building, his body coiling tighter and tighter. He wants to hold off, to make this moment last, but her words, her voice, her body—it’s all too much.
She suddenly stands up aiming her cock at her camara and blasts it with her cum .
Jason’s eyes widen in surprise, his breath catching in his throat. He hadn’t expected that, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through him. He can see the cum dripping down her cock, her body trembling with aftershocks.
“Fuck, Rod. That was intense,” she says, her voice breathless and satisfied. She looks straight into the camera, her eyes meeting his. “I hope you enjoyed the show.”
Jason is so turned on, his body is on the edge but he wants to tease her, he wants to draw this out a bit more. He watches to till the end of the video and types a reply.
"Video was beyond what I imagined it would be, I have an inquiry that I can't ask her on Onlyfans as it violates tos of the site, do you have an email I can reach out to you," he types and sends his message.
He is hoping that she would respond as he is eager to ask her something.
She responds almost instantly, "Sure thing, Rod. You can reach out to me at bigdickmistress69@gmail.com. Now, be a good boy and tell me what you thought of the show. Did it live up to your expectations?"
Jason smiles, typing out his reply, "It was beyond my wildest dreams. You're amazing, and I can't wait to see more."
She sends him a heart emoji, "Aww, that's so sweet of you to say, baby. I aim to please, and I'm glad you enjoyed it," she types as he rapidly types a message sending it back.
"Yeah watching you drink your cum and piss was sexy as hell, I will send you an email soon," he types sending his message off.
"Looking forward to it, Rod. Now go clean up, baby. You've got a mess to deal with," she replies with a wink emoji.
Jason chuckles, looking down at the sticky, tangled sheets. He had been so caught up in the moment that he hadn't even noticed the mess he had made. He stands up, a smirk playing on his lips as he makes his way to the bathroom.