Sam had dressed himself, his mind now clear from the frenzy he had experienced moments ago. He couldn't even begin to fathom how he could have gone so far with Angel.
Although Angel hadn't swallowed the cum in her mouth, she didn't seem particularly angry either.
Wordlessly, Angel got dressed and left the room. As she exited, she locked the door behind her, clearly indicating that she didn't intend for Sam to leave just yet.
In the bathroom, Angel faced the mirror over the sink and opened her mouth. It was filled with white cum—on her tongue, teeth, and even deep in her throat, everywhere coated in a viscous mix with her saliva.
Turning on the tap, Angel cupped some water in her hands to rinse her mouth. However, instead of spitting it out, she swallowed it all down, water and cum together.
"Not bad, Sam's cum really has a unique taste!" Angel said to her reflection in the mirror, a charming smile playing on her lips.
