“That’s one sight I’m never gonna get sick of,” he murmurs, and I turn my head to find his eyes locked on the cum seeping from my ass and dripping down my leg. The corner of my mouth lifts in a half-grin. “You’re a possessive one, aren’t you?” I think he doesn’t hear me at first, since his attention stays fixated on where his release coats my skin. It’s only after he wipes the cum up slowly with the towel, taking great care in making sure I’m thoroughly clean, that he responds. “I just take care of what’s mine.”
