After the orgasm, Lydia's ten fingers loosened the clenched and crumpled sheets. She lay helplessly on the bed, panting weakly.
Vince, who was lying between her legs, crawled up and propped himself above her.
Lydia calmed down a bit and opened her eyes, only to see his evil grin. He loosened his pursed lips slightly, and a sliver of sticky fluid slipped from his mouth and landed on Lydia's face.
By the time Lydia realized what it was, she couldn't help but whimper in shame and reach up to cover her face. Vince removed her hand and kissed her on the lips without a second thought, opening her teeth and giving her a long, passionate kiss.
"Is it good?" He licked the corners of his mouth with wicked abandon, not yet finished.
Lydia only felt the sticky heat in her mouth, but her body seemed to get even softer. She unconsciously stretched out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth.
