I can't keep talking about the libido pills and not show y'all what they've done to my boy, can I? He's engorged and sensitive; full and ready. Teasing him in a braless crop top and skin-tight plaid pants, I start stroking with the promise of toys toys toys. He's struggling to fight the edges within moments of feeling my touch. I spit onto his tip, let it dribble down the shaft, then bring out the plug. He's horny for it, swollen all the way up his taint and to the base of his balls. It slides right in. I want to make the most of this rock-hard erection, this perfect mani, this bright lighting ... and really work his cock while he's plugged. In hopes of helping him last, I slip a silicone cock sleeve on him. But he's too full, too worked up. Once I place the sleeve around his balls, he quite literally bursts with excitement. I love admiring a messy sleeve, and he can be sure I'll get that cock-working in another night.