When he goes limp in my arms, I pull the sticky mess we’ve made out of his pants and hold my hand up. It takes him two tries to raise his head up to see when I start tsking. “What a fucking mess.” I dip my fingers forward, sliding two of them past his lips to paint his tongue with the flavor of our combined orgasm.
Freaakkssss. 😭👏🏽👏🏽
