She held the bag between her index finger and thumb…

… directing the contents to his lips and simply pouring it into his mouth, slowly letting it glaze over his tongue. His lips obediently parted, a dreamy look in his eyes as he looks up at the bag before his own produce was poured into his mouth. The taste was… unusual… but not unpleasant… had he always tasted like this? The salty, musky taste clung to his taste buds as the scent began to waft through his mouth, nose and lung with every breath. He feared he might actually get addicted to it at this rate…

“Okay, now hold it there… don’t swallow… i know your instinct is to have as much as of it as possible, but wait… let the flavour sind in… lap at it… chew it… let its flavour really sink into your memory…”

She delicately whisper into his ear. His mind clouded as even his taste and sense of smell became tainted by the Miss’s choices for him. Nodding softly he would close his lips, swishing the contents through his mouth, tainting every corner of it in his own cum. His jaw moving as he chewed the slimey and stringy cum, the smell and taste slowly overtaking him and burning itself into his mind.

Pulling up his chin she laid a delicate kiss on his lips, stealing a small part of his ‘prize’. As their lips part, a few strands of cum tangle between them before breaking and slipping back past the bunnies lips.

“Good Boy… now swallow whenever you like…”

He would waste no time and do as told. Several audible gulps echoing from this throat before his lips parted and his tongue would present itself, almost out of reflex, to prove he had done as his Miss instructed.

“See? That's how a good boyfriend should be.”