Taste me tomorrow

When I slid off my boss’s dick his sperm dribbled out of my cunt and down the inside of my legs. I didn’t want his semen to run into the stocking tops I was wearing and leave a stain, so I sat on Paul’s desk with my thighs apart. He stared at my sticky, wet pussy knowing that he would soon be leaving for home and I’d be leaving for more sex with Ted. 

“Taste me,” I said, “taste me now, before I get fucked tonight. And then taste me again tomorrow”.

He came forward and pushed his face between my legs, sliding his tongue deep inside me as he gathered up as much of his spunk as he could.