I waited until his c**k stopped jerking to pull my cupped hand away, bringing it up to my mouth so I could taste the thin strands of come coating my fingers. The first hint of the warm, salty bitterness exploded against my tongue, and I resolved right then that the next time Aaron orgasmed, it would be with my mouth around his c**k. I slid my fingers against his hole, spreading his own come over his clenching muscle. When he was slick enough, I pushed one finger in, letting it sink into the welcoming heat. Aaron keened, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his climax.
“Now, now,” he panted. If he hadn’t been so wracked from his orgasm, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he threw me down and just decided to ride me on his own. As it was, he could barely keep himself up on his ha
