“Well, I did use a lot of Lube and stretched her out with three fingers and all. It wasn't Like that time with Mari, at least.”

“Don't even get me started with Miss ‘Body Built for Sex'." Belle groaned and rubbed her forehead.

“Okay, now we gotta start getting me prepped to give you a deep throat."

“You know you don't need to do that."

“Well, at least let me practice on you."

“I will. But c'mon, Belle, you need to know it's not a big--"

“Matthew. Pull your fucking shorts down and lemme swallow your dick alright?"

"B, seriously."

“Now, Matty! I need your dick in my mouth NOW!"

I couldn't help but start laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“I'm serious!!!"

"I know you are!" I couldn't help but laugh even harder.

“Are you TRYING to get me to storm out of your bedroom again?"

"No, no!" I insisted.

“Then why are you Laughing?! ?"

“I'm not! I'm not!" But try as I might, I couldn't stop laughing. or crying. Seriously, tears started leaking because I was laughing so hard, which just made Belle even angrier. She climbed onto me and half tugged at my shorts, but then decided to just start hammering me with the bases of her fists. Not super hard, just... throwing a tantrum.

So I tickled her.

Her eyes got BIG and she tried to tickle me back. But let's face it. I was a foot taller than her with a matching wingspan. The next thing I knew I had her pinned beneath me while I tickled her ribs and she thrashed and squealed like a trapped Little piglet and then I simply dropped down on her, sealed my mouth over hers, and kissed her with all of my pent-up energy, passion, and love.

She kissed me back, hugged my head, and dug her hands into the back of my shorts to grab my ass

But once a few minutes had passed and we burned off the excess energy,

I rolled onto my back and grinned goofily at my Little Annabelle

She cocked her eyebrow and patted the bulge that had formed in my shorts from the impromptu makeout session.

“I'm gonna give you a blowjob now," she told me matter-of-factly.

“And I'm gonna practice cramming you into my throat."

“Poor me," I replied sardonically.