"Whatever will make you happy, Princess". Nice Mick looked at my grinning, cum soaked face. "Shall I get you a towel to start with?"
When he'd got a nod, he walked over towards the bathroom, grabbed my hair towel off the back of the door and knelt in front of me, wiping the jizz from my face. He moved to clean my chest and in that moment I realised I'd been fucked twice without even kissing my Mick. So out of character for us.
"Leave it there. I earned it" I said, and Mick stood slowly. I rose with him and with my arms wrapped around his neck, settled into a deep kiss. Our tongues swirled over and over, like we'd been apart for weeks, even though we'd been joined completely short minutes ago. We broke for air, then redoubled the kiss. His hands slipped from my hair, trailing down my back, until he had a firm grip on my heart shaped little ass. Hardness pressed against my stomach and I reached down between us and wrapped my fingers around it as far as I could. Micks cock was perfect. 6" long and 6" round. Thick enough to fill me, and long enough to hit the right spots when he wanted to. I'm only 5'3", and I'd never had a man bigger than him that I enjoyed as much as him. Still, I thought, this is a special occasion.
"I want your cock to be larger" I said, and I felt it growing in my hand. Thicker, pushing higher up my tummy as it got longer.
"Thats what I'm talking about!" said Naughty Mick behind me.
"Not you. You think I'd trust you with a monster dick? Just for him." I smiled back at what I held in my hand. Probably nearer 7.5" now.