Tissue? I Hardly Even Know You!

Sleepy early Sunday morning sex.

Sitting on top of the boy, things are moving along just swimmingly. Everything feels just right, I’m getting into my groove.

“Achooooo!” I feel a spray of snot on my right tit.

“Um. Bless you?” I think this is the appropriate reponse to a mid-coital sneeze.

Except, then he reached for the tissues.

I stopped moving and just stared at him, not really sure what to do next. “Don’t stop, don’t stop” he begged, as he blew a fresh wad of snot into a Kleenex.

I continued to fuck the shit out of him as the Kleenex was tossed aside.

I guess there’s such a thing as being a little too comfortable. :)