You can't help yourself

You part your lips ever so slightly and that is enough invitation for Belinda to worm her cummy finger into you mouth, where it waits expectantly.

And, not surprisingly, you hesitate.

"Come on Parker, you were quick enough to try and jump my bones - and quick enough with that too - the least you can do is have a taste of this treat we've made together. I promise, it's tastier than you think..." You can just hear the smirk in her voice.

She begins moving her finger around teasingly, not touching your tongue, as though inviting you to make that first step. Her finger trails across your lips, and that does it right there. Your tongue darting forward to impulsively lick your lips of the blended cum now on your lips.

And while you don't catch any of your own cum, you tongue does graze her finger, and you can taste the tangy, sweet flavor of Belinda's pussy, the juices you'd - in other circumstances - be happy to drink up for the entire evening, privileged enough to bury your face between her legs or...

An image floats across your mind. Belinda, masturbating furiously once more, her juices trailing down from her sopping pussy, tricking across her deliciously pink asshole. You want to stick out your tongue, and clean her from rosebud to clit... but that's not what your here for.

Belinda moans silently, her two fingers deep, deep inside of herself. She slides them out a moment later, and you can see her fingers sticky with her own cum. Without even needing to be asked, you lean forward and wrap you lips aorund her fingers, cleaning and lubricating her fingers with your saliva for her next round of masturbation.

And, as soon as they're clean, she plunges them into her cunt once more, as you watch intently, and you wait patiently, and as soon as her fingers are free once more, you lath your lips onto them again and suck, and suck until...

"Holly shit Parker, maybe you didn't need help after all."

You snap back to reality and realize that you have several of Belinda's fingers in your mouth. You aren't sure for how long you've been doing this, but you feel your tongue instinctively probing the crevices between her fingers, doing your due diligence to ensure you've thoroughly cleaned your partner.

She pulls the fingers from your mouth, and you hear a subtle squelch, and before she even has a chance to stick them in your mouth, you are already leaning forward to clean your cum off of her fingers.

It's an interesting flavor, this blend of cum. You aren't sure that you like it, but you are far too turned on by the eroticism of the act to hesitate at this point. You swallow her fingers, run your tongue along the underside of her fingernails to make sure you don't miss a thing, and gently suckle on them, as though you wished she wouldn't have to remove them to supple you with more of these sexual juices.

You have a second helping, and a third, until Belinda says, "Alright Parker, looks like you might as well drink it straight from the source," and the next thing you now, she is straddling your face.

She sits squarely on your face, her still leaking pussy planted over your mouth, and you probe her depths until, finally, she she shudders with pleasure, and you know that your job is done.

For now...

"Well Parker," Belinda says, shakily. "I think you aced that test. The only thing left now is..."