I said to her – ‘one more, this time on the lips’. Her smile vanished. Looking away from me, she said – ‘I can’t do that’. I asked her w...y not. I begged her, implored with her for a lip-to-lip kiss. She turned off the stove and turned around to leave, muttering she can’t.Desperation overcame me. I got hold of her by the waist, pulled her towards me, and brought my face closer towards her. She turned it away, saying she can’t. But, encouragingly enough, she wasn’t saying it loud; she was. Not as full and satisfying as he had imagined it, but this was still his cum. He thought of what was happening, their tongues kissing in his load, kissing in its taste, in its texture. Knowing the moment is fucking hot. He moaned as he swallowed it all with a gulp and they kept on kissing. It stung his throat. It was great. The only thing is, the desire to swallow quickly recedes as the orgasm takes over. This is the sad reality: one's own cum can never, by definition, be eaten in the full heat. The next thing I know it’s morning and there’s sunshine coming in through the window, you’re not in here but I figure you’re around somewhere, I’m still in just a towel and I wonder how nothing happened last night, I shrug it off as I slip on one of your t shirts which is overly large on me, but I don’t mind it’s comfortable and smells like you, I ruffle through my bag to find a pair of panties to put on. It smells good, I walk into the kitchen you’re cooking, I’m glad you are because I’m. The heels at the foot of the bed were massive platforms with clearsee through bottoms, the type you see strippers wearing. The onlydifference in these was that hey had little padlocks on the buckles. Oncethey were on they were not going to be coming off without the key. Thestockings were barely black with a seem and there was a bright pinksuspender belt. the bra and knickers were black and the 38d breast formswere waiting to go inside. The skirt was white, almost see through and Irealised it.