“I want to come on you.”
“On my tits?”
“On your face.”
“Do you want to be a come guzzling slut?”
“Yes, that’s what I am.”
“Do you like being a come guzzling slut?”
“I do, for you.”
He smiled and pulled his cock out of my gushing pussy. Then he climbed up on my chest, pulled off the condom, and stroked his cock above me. It wasn’t long before hot salty liquid was shooting into my mouth, on my chin, and down my neck. It tasted saltier than I remembered.
I toweled off my face, and we snuggled up together.
“You’re a dirty dirty girl,” he said softly.
“I’m your dirty dirty girl,” I replied.
He smiled, but the far away look in his eyes as he stared at the ceiling made me wonder if he wished I was more his than I really am.