You clean him your own special way...

The sight of Matt painting his own stomach was so arousing that you can't keep control anymore and you give in to your slutty nature. That's a lot of cum. I want it. You lean over the top of Matt with your hands planted either side of him. "But if I get the tissues then I will miss out on my special treat." He looks a bit confused at first but as you slowly lower yourself down you see the understanding register instantly on his face. "Oh Emily, I thought the other night was just a one off. But you really are a cumslut aren't you? I don't believe my luck!".

Slurrrp, slurp

He watches you cleaning him. Noisily sucking up the thick pools of cum, and then quietly licking at the thinner patches like a cat.

Why am I doing this? Am I that **** for him to like me? Or am I really a freak and I can't fucking stop myself? Both answers seem to have some truth to them.

When you've finished you lift yourself up and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand "mmmm I think the taste is growing on me." You laugh, out of nowhere, and Matt joins you. In a few seconds you are both stuck in fits of laughter, tears and all. I've no idea what was so fucking funny but I can't even breath.

Once you've both settled down you spend the remaining time chatting and joking. You manage to confide in him about just how bad things are for you at home, and he seems to pay attention. You feel so lucky to have met him.

Before long you are both called down to dinner.