Chest heaving, he reaches up to grab a paper towel. Presumably to wipe the mess off his hand, but before he can, I lean down, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and bringing the cum-covered fist up to my mouth. He watches with wide eyes as I drag the flat of my tongue along his hand, gathering his release and cleaning him off. His salty flavor is strong and heady, exploding on my taste buds as I make sure to get every last drop, never taking my eyes off him.
