He's warm and slick, and you remember why you love fingering him as glittery pink cum slips down your fingers. He knows you love that, and you throw your other arm around a shoulder pad.
“Sweetheart- ohh yessss! You're so beautiful! You're doing so well! Don't stop!”
You get an idea. Slipping three fingers into him, you crook your fingers and coat your hand in cum before slowly pulling it out, making sure to drag your palm and finger against his clit. You bring it up to your face and pretend to study the fluorescent liquid.
“Pet-?”
“Thank you, master.” You moan before messily lapping up the mess on your hand. You don't mind it, obviously, and besides, he tastes like artificial sour cherries.
That got him going.