I giggle, slowly dragging my tongue over his tip as I lap up his cum. "Who's Pete, silly? One of your friends who might want to fuck me?"
He closes his eyes and sighs deeply. "Never mind, it's not important. Just be a good girl and finish cleaning me up."
"Ok babe," I reply enthusiastically. I feel a little bad. Not that bad, of course, not with this delicious cock nestled between my tits. He doesn't need to know that I chose this for myself. I'm never going back to that life, not after I 'lost' the only means of changing myself back.
He does seems like he really misses Pete, though. Maybe I can find some way to make him feel better.
