Finally, he said to Lana, "On his lips, baby! I'm near the end-pump it onto his lips for you to lick off!"
I let the fat c**k-head slip from my mouth, and closed my lips again. As Lana jerked her daddy's c**k, smearing the final squirts of his jism all over my lips from nose to chin and from cheek to cheek, I swished my tongue around in the small cache of warm salty c*m that I held in my mouth.
I had tasted my own c*m, of course-sharing it with Holly after a blowjob or eating it out of her p***y as a hot cream pie-but Kanoa's tasted different. A little less salty but a bit more "earthy" for want of a better term. Also, there was a slight bitterness to mine that his seemed to be missing.
Was the difference genetic? A result of diet? Did every guy's jism taste different? I was pretty sure
