[The Flavour of French Cream]

It was the best outcome. She wanted his cum… to know how it tasted. To know how it felt on her tongue. She didn’t stop sucking, and Jacques’ eyes widened at her increased vigor. She gave him the most needy look, letting him know that it was okay. That it was more than okay for him to just let go. To let her have it. He erupted, unable to have any second thoughts, groaning in effort and ecstacy.

She felt that hot first spurt and was hit by the sharp taste. She shuddered, tightening her lips around his bulging, throbbing, pulsing fuck stick now pumping its load into her mouth. He was coating the walls and the back of her teeth. He pasted her tongue. It was salty and slick and reminded her of someone else she’d tasted in the past. Back then she had gagged, but now she had no such reaction. She felt it starting to slide down, and she gulped, thirsty, swallowing spit and semen in equal measure. It felt like a big load and she took more of it, sucking it down, and before she realised she had nothing left in her mouth.

His spent rod popped out of her lips and she sighed, satisfied, closing her eyes. Zatana could feel the warm slime clinging to her throat.

“Sacré dieu…” Jacques breathed, wiping his brow then stumbling back, unsteady on his feet. He slumped into the loveseat next to the dressing room door, slacks still around his ankles, drooping cock still exposed. He watched Zatanna get up off her knees, looking perfect in her costume still. She wiped her lips with a thumb thoughtfully, slipping it into her mouth a moment.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she said, heading out the door and that stunned look returned to the Frenchman’s face. Would it have been rude for him to protest at her sudden departure, he wondered. Zatanna’s a face reappeared around the door frame, smiling at him. “And I take mine black with two sugars,” the magician told him, and then she left for real. Jacques could only laugh, throwing his head back, still a little giddy and high from that incredible orgasm. It only just hit him that he blew a load into Zatanna’s mouth… a superstar. A superhero! He loved America.