Swallow

Connie had allowed Smith to come in her mouth, but she had not swallowed. She was about to reach for the handle of the passenger-side door to spit it out but stopped. Looking at him, studying his face and staring into his eyes, she slowly and deliberately let the slimy fluid slide down her throat. Even in the dim light, Smith could see her neck muscles move and as if to remove any doubt of what she was doing, she made an audible noise as she gulped down the thick load of sperm.

“Thanks again for dinner,” she flashed a broad smile at him.

“My pleasure,” he managed to rasp out.

“I know,” she grinned and patted his thigh.

Then, in a flurry of legs and skirts, she was out of the craft and skipping lightly up the walk to her house.

Smith sat there for a few moments, gradually coming down from his post-orgasmic euphoria. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he quickly fumbled around with his clothing, returning his now spent cock to his pants and making himself presentable once more.

Shaking his head again, this time in disbelief at what had just happened, he turned the ignition key and pulled away from the curb.