With Trixie's snack provided, Don was now focused on quickly assembling an outfit before Samantha finished dressing.
'It's always the post-nut clarity…' Don sighed as he selected a pair of briefs, some socks, a plain dark blue long-sleeved T-shirt, and a set of black jeans.
Trixie, who was lying casually on the bed, turned over and looked at Don with a smirk. "Aww~ no cuddles for moi? I'm hurt," she playfully pouted as she rested her head on her left hand while using the right to trace her finger through the air.
"You'll live," Don replied casually, not wanting to fall for her teasing. Trixie seemed to realize this and just pouted before letting out a sigh and laying back on the bed. "So mean, after I let you use my mouth like that too, hmph!"
Don glanced at her from the corner of his eye as he dressed but didn't respond, shaking his head. 'I don't even want to try guessing whether she's still pretending or is genuinely being fussy.'
