Olivia Westview (3 of 3)
He exploded onto my face.
Warm and viscous fluid filled with James's seed dripped from my cheeks to my lips and down to chin and neck. Some of it almost got into my eye as his climax continued in short, powerful bursts, making me squint. The strangely sweet and almost-bleachlike scent of his cvm filled my nostrils, and each breath I took felt divine. I wanted to take it all in, drown in it, and even die savoring the smell.
"Good girl." He growled, staring down at me through his half-lidded eyes. His still-erect manhood dangled in front of my face, its mushroom tip dipping on and off my lips as he made ragged breaths. "Do you want to have a taste, my sweet baby girl?" he asked, his voice still raspy from exertion.
A tiny little nod was all that I could manage
