“Show me,” he says, and I frown, not sure what he means. His hand comes up, stroking my jaw. “Open your mouth and show me what I gave you.” Using my tongue to push some of the warm liquid around, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. His thumb caresses my cheek, and the aftershocks of my orgasm have me panting, satisfied yet somehow ready for more. “Beautiful.” With a sigh, he drops his hand and moves back a step. “I think you were made to take my cum, love. You did perfectly.”
