As Kayley wiped the remaining residue of cum from her face, the sly smirk she continued to wear was only interrupted by her finger pushing past her lips to clean the rest of the mess I made.
I, still in a daze and completely awestruck by the cavalier demeanor of the girl who just sucked my soul out, stared stupidly at her.
“What?” Kayley asked, a slight tilt of the head and a knowing look strewn across her face.
*What?* I thought to myself, *What do you think? You just casually sat on my face and sucked any hope for all women I would meet over the rest of my life into your throat* I thought to myself
“You” I chuckled awkwardly.
“Me what?” She smiled knowingly.
“I dunno, that was insane. That was like porn movie stuff.” I posited.
“Oh, ha, I dunno about that.” Kayley giggled bashfully. “It felt really good though…”
Our riveting conversation tapered into more silence, and we put our underwear back on, focusing our attention on the drone of the TV. We moved to the futon, laying down in the spoon position, my arm uncomfortably situated under her head, her ass pressed into my crotch. Her hair drifted in and out of my face, it smelled fresh, like artificial fruit.