“Oh Chris,” she whispered. I felt her fluttering increase, then crest. She groaned, her toes curling as she pulsed uncontrollably around me and I came in a joyous explosion, pushing myself as deep into her as I could go. She groaned more.
She lay there gasping, eyes closed, an expression of contentment on her face, then used her free hand to lift mine from her cheek, laid it gently on my other hand, the one pinning her wrist and keeping her legs apart. I released her, she opened her eyes and embraced me with her arms and legs, me still inside her.
“Carry me to the paper towels,” she said, and I did. She handed me two. “Keep me from dripping when you pull out, then get on your knees and take as much of your c*m into your mouth as you can. Share it with me.”
I did.
“How does it taste now
