[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. NOT ADVISABLE FOR AGES 17 YEARS OLD AND BELOW.]
"Damn," Jackson cursed under his breath, throwing his body back on the couch while watching Fil slurp the fluid around his girth as she pulled her head away. "Damn."
Fil chuckled, keeping her mouth closed.
"Don't swallow it," he said, snapping his eyes on the side. He reached out for the box of tissues, handing a few pieces to her. "Here. Spit it out."
Fil took the tissue to wipe her mouth, but then, swallowed it. Jackson squinted his eyes suspiciously.
"You swallowed it," he pointed out.
Fil didn't answer immediately, but when she did, her answer rendered him speechless. "It tastes good — sweet. Surprisingly."
His eyes darkened, watching her wipe her mouth more. "Did you make me come because you think I'd be less… energetic?"
"How did you know?"
