Finally, when he was done, I licked the head of his p***s clean then used the dishtowel to wipe off the marks from my red lipstick.
"Some of it won't come off," I said, dabbing at a now-pinkish streak.
"Don't worry about it," he growled. "I'll wear your lipstick on my c**k any time you want, darling. The only one who's going to see it is you, anyway." Then he put both hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet.
If I hadn't already rubbed off all my lipstick, his kiss would have done it. His mouth was voracious, almost brutal, but I loved every bit of it. I knew he could taste his own seed on me, and that made me even wetter. All I really wanted right then was for him to impale me on that thick c**k, which was still damp from my mouth, even though the head was still swollen to the size
