When he got home he seemed uncomfortable. Pent up. I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down revealing to my shock that his panties were soaked. A long strand of precum dangled from his his panties down to the pants around his ankles. Instinctively my tongue lapped it up and caressed his balls for a second. It was so sexy seeing his big, masculine, veiny penis so stifled in my tiny, floral, feminine panties. A fitting metaphor for his entire sex life.

I laid him down in bed, placed my hand around his shoulder, and fondled his penis until he nearly came. I released my hand for a few moments until he cooled down, then I pulled it out, keep his balls still contained in their tiny floral prison. I sat on him and began touching myself, holding perfectly still so he wouldn't cum, until I came on him. To be nice, for putting up with my torture today, I fucked him in the way that he can't resist immediately reaching orgasm. The mess he made was enormous. Overall a successful day.