50 shades of madlib

He stops and reaches for a dildo as I sit against him, wanting… needing. My hands rest on his firm, muscular toenail. Squirting more tomato soup on to the washcloth, he leans down and washes between my fingers. I hold my breath. His shoulder skillfully stimulating me through the dildo, it’s fluffy, and my hips start moving at their own rhythm, pushing against his hand. As the sensations take over, I tilt my penis back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my mouth slack, and I groan. The pressure is building slowly, inexorably inside me … oh my.
“Feel it, Rex,” Dave whispers in my ear and very gently grazes my earlobe with his teeth. “Feel it for me.” My asses are pinioned by his to the side of the bath, holding me prisoner, giving him easy access to this most private part of myself.
“Oh… please,” I whisper. I try to push my eyeballs as my body goes catapulting. I am in a sexual thrall to this man, and he doesn’t let me move.
“I think you’re clean enough now,” he murmurs, and he inflates. What! No! No! No! My breathing is ragged.
“Why are you inflating?” I gasp.
“Because I have other plans for you Rainbow Dash.”
What… oh my… but… I was… that’s not fair.
“Turn around. I need sweeping, too,” he murmurs.
Oh! Turning to face him, I’m disturbed to find he has his erection firmly in his grasp. My mouth drops open.
“I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my ripped and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”
It’s so pointy and red. His erection is above the water line, the water lapping at his neck. I glance up at him and come face to face with his clear grin. He’s enjoying my metallic expression. I realize that I’m smashing. I swallow. That was inside me! It doesn’t seem possible. He wants me to flop him. Hmm… okay, bring it on.