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“Life’s tough,” I add. “But my balls hang in there.”

She leans into me again, doubled over with laughter. “Those are terrible jokes.”

“But you’re laughing.” I smile and slip my arm around her shoulder.

“It must be the wine and no dinner.”

“Sure. That’s enough talk about testicles.”

Stella’s food is served then and we stop talking while she eats (and lets me steal her cornbread).

Later, at my place, Stella comes up to get Betty. Once inside the condo, she says, “You promised me something.”

“I did?”

“Yes. You said we would break the bed when you got home.” Her tone is flirty, her eyes seductive.

“Fuck. Yes, I did. Okay, get your pretty ass upstairs and into my bed.”

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JAYDEN

“They’re so cute, though.”

Eyes closed, I groan. “Stop. Please don’t call my balls cute.”

Stella is stretched out on the bed between my legs, my dick in one hand, my balls in the other. She’s been licking and sucking me and generally making me lose my mind.

“I’m sorry you don’t appreciate my low-hanging humour,” she says.

I choke, laying my arm across my eyes. “Jesus.”

She licks down the shaft, lifting it up and slides her tongue over my balls. “I’m sorry about what happened to you. Hang in there, buddies.”

I can’t laugh. My cock is on fire. Maybe I’ll laugh later.

“I see you’re standing firm.” She opens her mouth and sucks one testicle inside.

Tingles build at the base of my spine. I don’t even care if she’s making bad jokes about my junk.

She sucks on the other testicle with greedy pleasure, then resumes her attention to the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around, making small sounds of enjoyment My skin tingles everywhere and my thighs tense and ease. Pressure grows, heat spirals, and then pleasure slams into me, electricity pouring into my body. Sensation sizzles up my spine as my balls squeeze and my cock surges into her hot, wet mouth.

“Ahhh fuuuck.”

She releases me and drops her forehead to my thigh. We’re both panting. My body is quivering and spent. Then she climbs up besides me and drops down in a heap. I reach out and lay my hand on her back, my vision still black.

“I think you deserve a spanking for all that,” I mumble.

“What? I swallowed, and you want to spank me?”

“Not that.” I huff out a laugh. “The bad scrotum jokes.”

“Oh. But I was admiring you.”

“Mmmm. Okay.”

Long moments later, she says, “I have to go.”