Clean up

Amy wiped the thick ropes of cum from her face and tits with her t-shirt that was bunched next to her. She sat up slowly, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. I watched her for a moment before speaking.

"You're a good girlfriend," I said, my voice steady. "This secret doesn't have to get out. Marcus never has to know."

She paused, her fingers still streaked with my load. Her eyes met mine, uncertain but not afraid. After a moment, she nodded.

"I know," she said quietly. "I... actually had fun."

Her admission hung in the air between us. She didn't smile, but something in her posture shifted—less tension, more acceptance. She finished cleaning herself, then pulled what was left of her shirt around her shoulders.

"Just... don't tell anyone," she added, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I won't," I promised. "This stays between us."