No, I paint her tits

I pull out of Kira’s sweet little honeypot and have just time to aim before my balls erupt. I cover her nipples with the first two blasts and use the rest to give her the traditional pearl necklace.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Kira breathes. “I’ve never had anyone cum on my breasts before . . . Umm, Ben—can you clean me up? I don’t want to drip on the floor—I don’t want to give us away.”

“Good point,” I say. I get her cleaned up, then myself; once Kira feels comfortable standing up, she wipes down the table. We dress quickly. “Do you want me to give you a lift home?” I ask.

“Better not,” she answers, the longing in her voice telling me that’s not the answer she wants to give. “I don’t think I could restrain myself if you did, and it might cause problems if you spent the night with me.”

I wrap her in my arms and give her a long, lingering kiss. “Soon,” I promise Kira, looking deep into her eyes. “Soon.” From the radiance of her face, I don’t need to say anything more.