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Jason can give himself a prostate orgasm no problem, and Steph certainly don't mind giving a reach around while whispering filthy sweet things in his ear, but he just wants to be able to come on just the strap sometimes. Resting his head in her lap while getting himself there isn't the same as feeling her around him or all over him when he falls apart.
So that's what they're trying to work out today and why he's wearing the cherry red metal cock cage riding her longer, thinner light purple strap 'yeehaw cowboy style' trying to figure out the right angle while she runs her hands all over his absolutely bangin' thighs, tight ass and occasionally giving his pert lil' nips a pinch or twist like he likes. Just enough to help wind him up not enough to distract him from his goal.
Eventually he works out the right angle and has a helluva prostate orgasm that leaves him a boneless gasping mess.
After they manage to roll the majority of his weight off her there's a cuddly nap, some dozing off. When he wakes up he taps Steph's thigh and rolls flat on his back points at his face with a grin and says, "Your turn to ride."
Eventually they do unstick themselves from the bed and walk themselves into ensuite bathroom with the garden tub Tim had installed as part of his weirdo rich boy way of saying 'I'm cool with it don't worry' about their relationship.
The detachable little shower head thing is one of Steph's favourite parts of it because a quick hose down means no sweat or body gunk floating in the tub with you but not having to stand to do it. After a long soak it's bathrobes, the fat lumpy couch, and a date with leftover red gravy spaghetti with ground beef and a nature documentary on mustelids.