I arch my back and cum on his cock.

He grabs my waist and thrusts into me. Unable to hold back, he pulls out just in time.

His every pulse paints my skin in streaks of creamy warmth.

My breasts, my stomach, even the curve of my neck glisten with it.

I shiver as the last sticky drops land, aftershocks still trembling through me.

I drag a finger through the mess and bring it to my lips.

The taste is salt and sin, and the way he looks at me as I suck it clean is worth every shameless second.