Imagine you have a guardian angel who goes everywhere you go and sees everything you do:
"Do stop, you can't do that in my presence."
"What, too chicken to watch me masturbate? Afraid your little shiny halo is going to crack? Well too bad, because I've been stuck with you since forever and now I'm too horny to care. Join me or go home."
You both know he can't do either and after a big struggle he gets your clothes back on and carries you into the livingroom, dumping you on the couch.
"Here, let us watch a movie instead."
The sight of him fumbling with the remote cools off your annoyance and you grin.
"Are you blushing?"
Turns out, he is.











