Rhys looked at her lying on the bed, completely blown out from the dancing dildo that they were talking about. He laughed at her.
"God, I feel so jelly." She mumbled.
"You come a lot," Rhys said.
"Are you going to let me sleep now?"
"No, not yet. My mighty man needs full attention."
He took a glass of water and gave it to her. She drank half of it and breathed.
"That dancing dick is my friend right now."
He frowned at her.
"Mine is better."
"I think that one is better." She said. He frowned at her.
"Now, let's see how you would react to mine."
Rhys quickly entered it to her. She squirmed and smacked him.
"Ow!"
