SWEET SPOT
“You really did so good. So fucking good for me. I really can’t stop praising you, and it comes from my heart.”
She was still breathing hard, eyes glassy, a shy, dazed smile on her lips. I leaned in and kissed her softly, tasting myself on her mouth, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to ground her, to show her how much I cherished her.
“Let me clean you up,” I whispered.
I grabbed a soft towel from the bedside table, wetting one corner with warm water from the bottle nearby. With gentle strokes, I wiped her face, carefully cleaning every trace of my cum from her skin. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose as I worked.