Jerry's P.O.V.
"I heard you talking in your sleep," Bob muttered quietly from the other side of the bed. I looked at him with a shocked expression. The sexy man was currently turned to face me, shirtless, with his arm out to prop his head up. I got this absolutely perfect view of his armpit hair, and I have to say, Jerry JR. definitely did a few leaps at sight of it.
"W-what do you mean, baby?" I asked innocently. Surely, my sugar daddy didn't get the basis of what I was saying... right? In my dream, I was pinned to a wheel barrow while my sexy little bear fucked me raw. I knew I moaned his name once or twice, but I hoped to my own pink sparkly dildo that my voice had been muffled by my pillow.
Bob chuckled softly, then reached an arm up to stroke at his sexy armpit hair, twirling a blond strand around his pinky and thumb. "You were all like, 'Oh, daddy, fuck me senseless~ Oh yes, there!~' God, it was so fucking hot." With the end of that sentence, Bob removed the duvet from the bed with one swift movement. He was only in his tight little red speedo, his bulge wet and hanging out.
Drool slipped out of my mouth, and I immediately went for his dick. I tackled his large, thick member and whipped of his speedo, slipping it onto my own head. He growled at the sight of me doing something so kinky.
I immediately took him into my mouth. I slobbered up his knob like corn on the cob. Almost immediately, his pulsing shaft released inside of my wet cavern, and I almost puked it all out. Before I could, however, Bob yanked me up by my hair and connected our mouths together. We passed his mound of semen around back and forth for a while, before finally, he swallowed half, and I swallowed half.
"Wow. That was amazing. I love you, Jer-Bear," he moaned friskily, closing his eyes.
"You're welcome, daddy," I whimpered. "Don't you still have to finish me off, though?"
