“Go on! Take a chance!” Clen Canter snapped as he wiped the fresh semen from his chin.
“There’s a drop' or two still caught in your cleft,” I answered dryly, smiling down at him.
Clem was positioned between my widely splayed legs, where he had been busily sucking my cock when I spurted what seemed to be a gallon of sweet, hot spunk down his throat about a minute before he resumed our conversation.
He gave his chin another swipe with the back of his" hand, and then licked the last drops of my cum off it. “I mean it,” he said. “And don’t change the subject.”
“Didn’t mean to,” I replied with an indifferent shrug. “I just didn’t want you running around town with my jizz all over your face. that’s all. If you’d rather, I’m sure I can.