The Taste Of Femininity

Shortly thereafter, my lips were sealed by his voluminous member. I couldn't help myself; I had to lick it clean. With my tongue, I took in the remnants of his semen and—as I suspected—the traces of my own involuntary arousal. This thought made me blush. I never would have thought that I would one day taste my own femininity.

More and more of the mixture of thick fluids collected in my mouth, and finally I had to swallow it because it was already spilling over my lips and dripping onto my breasts.