She’d begged to make me come with her hand, an…

She’d begged to make me come with her hand, and soon thick pulses of semen flowed down her knuckles. She examined my ejaculate with a dubious wrinkle of her brow.

“Go ahead,” I said gently. She knew what it took to be a good girl.

“Really?” she tested me. 

“Yes, really… eat all that sperm,” I calmly instructed.

With no small manner of disgust, she brought her fingers to her mouth and clump by clump, sucked them each clean. 

I turned her head face me.

“Show me,” I demanded.

With an expression of slight dismay, she opened her mouth to show the DNA evidence she’d gathered.

“Now swallow.”

Her face scrunched, and she couldn’t repress her dislike, gagging and gulping my sperm into her tummy.

“aw… you’re so cute. Perfect.” I praised. “Was it yucky?”

“It was extra yucky,” her eyes watered as she nodded, “it was cold, thick, and ropey.”

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