I could detect the distinct smell of semen as I slowly peeled Emily's sopping wet knickers off and ran my tongue up her inner thigh towards her pussy. I knew in that moment that I was tasting the remnants of her lovers cum that had trickled out of her cunt and down her leg.
I traced my tongue over the matted tuft of dark pubic hair that hid her cliterous, savouring the wonderful aroma as I flicked my tongue over her clit and slid it inside her opening. The taste was undoubtedly stronger now, there was no question that I was licking another mans cum out of the woman I was going to marry, and oh my word was it hot.
I enthusiastically licked and sucked her like never before as she moaned and writhed at the touch of my tongue. I had her cumming in a few short minutes, and I could hear the muffled vulgarity of her mouth from beneath the sheets.
"Oh yes, clean me up you little cuckold," she screamed as she climaxed. "Let your tongue do what your tiny little cock can't, and make me cum."
Emily held my head firmly on her cunt by grabbing my hair tightly, while she writhed on my face as she came, rubbing herself all over me. Her juices, mixed with those of her lovers, covered my face and as she let go and allowed me to breathe, I felt trickles dripping off my nose and chin.
After she was satisfied, Emily instructed me to put on a pair of her sexy knickers and make her breakfast, wearing nothing else. She watched and giggled as I prepared her meal, still not telling me anything about her evening.
As i cleared away her dishes she came up behind me and slapped my arse, before reaching between my legs and squeezing my balls. My cock twitched in its cage as she lent over me and reached for some rubber gloves, pulling one of them over her hand, before squeezing some washing up liquid over her finger.
"What are you doing?" I asked curiously.
