Lurid pressure in perfect hiding

Tentative flesh upon tentative flesh, stacked in triptych

Abrasive lips and soft longing, bathed in twin binary stars

We’re crooning gently under rain-swept awnings

And we’ll stay like this… fire-lit til morning

She had gotten off to my satisfaction. I lost count of the number of times, but she was sated, happy; and now she needed me to end it the way I had trained her to crave.

She pleaded “please”. Not good enough. “Please, what?” I rejoined. “Please cum in my mouth,” she moaned.

Standing up, I pointed to the floor. “Knees. Now.” Locking eyes, I murmured “show me your tongue.” Her mouth stretched open, smiling as my cum settled on her glistening tongue.

After swallowing it all, I heard her whisper “Thank you, sir.” But it would not be over until she heard the magic words. I lingered… enjoying the sight of her cleaning off my cock.