With my breath still ragged and my heartrate returning to normal, I tuck my spent cock back into my breeches and remove my fingers. She lifts her head up to stare at me through sated eyes and I lock eyes with her as I slide my fingers along my lips, tasting her sweetness, letting it coat my tongue. Then I lower my head and lick up the seed I spilled on her body before it can drip to the floor, the two flavors mingling, the taste of what our union would be. One could get addicted to it.
