Leonard
Carter and I pull out of Evangeline, one at a time. I’m grateful Mark’s couch is made of fabric that will easily clean. Come is leaking out of Evangeline and there’s so much, it’ll probably go through the towel. This image is one of the hottest I’ve ever witnessed—not just because she’s a naked woman covered in come, but because it’s our come. It’s like we’ve claimed her, and I f*****g love that idea.
Carter grabs the wet wipes so we can do the initial clean-up. Evangeline is boneless but smiling, trying to help but moving too slowly to be of much use.
“This isn’t your job,” I say, kissing her cheek as I give her p***y another pass with a wipe. “This is your daddies’ job. We take care of you, baby girl.”
Once we’re reasonably clean, we take her to the shower and do a better job
