"Hey! I just kissed you right after you blew me," I protested happily. "Though, to be honest, I did not taste much in your mouth..."
"That is because you came right down my throat," Carla laughed, still wiping at my face. "I didn't get to taste anything either." She giggled. "The next time we do this, I hope you don't mind if I have to come in my mouth, not my throat. I want to taste it."
"Nothing about that sentence is anything but awesome," I grinned.
"But forget next time," Carla said, kissing me again, juices be damned. "As soon as you are ready, I want that serious f*****g I begged for earlier."
"Then I guess that you are going to get what you want," I said, rolling over on top of her. I was too turned on by having my first sixty-nine, outside, with Carla, to have gone soft, even
