I screwed up my face with distaste, though it was a good job she didn’t see that; I know it would have made her angry, that I should disdain anything to do with her body. I don’t like the taste of c*m, not my own and not any other man’s. But I got down behind her and stuck out my tongue and scooped up some of the pungent effluent coming out of her cunt, mainly his semen but doubtless mixed with her own juices.
“All of it,” she said.
I pushed my tongue between the lips of her cunt, licking, even sucking, scooping it up with the tip of my tongue, trying to get every last drop. I was disgusted, but my c**k was as hard as I have ever known it. There was c*m running down the inside of her thigh too, and I licked that up, swallowing it all, for what else was I supposed to do with it?
“Good bo
