Yes.

Part of you, already starting to rouse from the afterglow, wants to say no. You like seeing your cum all over her. Sooner or later, someone else will find out about her, and then before you know it, the town will pass her around so everyone can have a turn. Right now, she’s just yours, and you’ve marked her.

But then your memory stirs a little. You remember her begging, just moments before. How **** she’d been. It had been hot, sure, but… it was kind of sad, too, now you thought about it. Poor Stacy. All that time, wanting something just out of reach. It must have been so shit. How could you say no?

“Wait one sec first,” you say. Dragging yourself out of your stupor, you stand up, then pull her up into your arms and settle back down on the couch. Stacy arranges herself neatly on your lap, careful not to get any of the cum on you. “Okay. Now go ahead.”

“Thank you,” she says, quietly. She’s smiling shyly at you. It’s cute, honestly. And weird, considering how much cum you got on her, but cute.

With that, she starts carefully scooping the cum off her skin and sucking it off her fingers. At the first taste, her eyes close again, and her lips curve into a satisfied grin.

“I like it. I like it a lot.”

“Good,” you say, watching as she continues eating your cum. “There’s going to be a lot more.”