My Turn CH.06

John told me to stay bookpal where I was, and he got up and went into the kitchen. I heard the water running, and he came back with two towels, one damp with warm water. He sat back down and started wiping my face with the wet towel and drying it with the other one. He said he thought I hadn't wanted him to come in my face, like they did in the porno videos. I giggled and told him bookpal reviews that it had kind of gotten fucking away from me for a second, but that I didn't mind, although I would have definitely preferred to have kept it in my mouth. I apologized for not keeping him in my mouth, and he said he didn't mind a bit, and he thought that watching me get squirted with his come was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.

He gave me the towel, and I dried my face. I was pretty proud of myself for what I had just done, and I asked, 'John, Darling fuck, did I do it okay? Did I make you have a good climax? If you would bookpal reviews really like to do it that way, it's okay to do it all over my face. I'm washable.'

He smiled, stroked my cheek with his fingers, and said, 'Honey, that was one of the the most wonderful things I have ever experienced. I think you have a bookpal complaints natural talent, and with a little practice you might be a world-class cocksucker. And I would much rather come in your mouth than all over your face. Let's leave that for the porno movies.'

John could be very crude sometimes. Funny but crude. I went into a fit of giggles. I bet that with a little more experience I can do it even better. Well, I did suck his ........ um ..... cock, so I guess that makes me a coksucker. I want to become a perfectfucker cocksucker for him. Maybe I can learn to swallow with my mouth wide open. It isn't just him giving and me receiving anymore. This is the way it should be.

I crawled up into John's lap, and as he started to kiss me I remembered the inside of my mouth was still coated with semen. I pulled back, but he kissed bookpal complaints me anyway. Then he gave me a sip of his Grand Marnier to kind of wash it down. My lips left a white smear on the rim of the glass, and I really couldn't sip enough of that strong stuff to wash very much down.

John finally bookpal suggested we go to bed. As we went down the hall together, I suddenly realized how exhaused I was, physically and emotionally. It had been a very long, eventful, and wonderful day. I was very happy that I had given John a good climax, but I was also very tired. I brushed my teeth and rinsed the semen coating out of my mouth, and John got me into his fucking pajama top. The only thing I remember after that is being kissed and snuggling in John's arms in that big warm bed, feeling pretty pleased with myself for giving John's penis anice sucking.. I may have been sort of messy, but I was proud of the way I had given my man pleasure and swallowed his semen. I'm sure John told me he loved me and kissed me goodnight, but I don't actually remember it.