Clarice was getting a damned good fucking from Leo. It was an ordinary Wednesday night, but they were in the mood and now the sheets and covers were cast aside and she was on her back, legs wrapped around his waist as she welcomed him deep within her cunt and pushed back lustily up against his thrusting cock. Her long blonde hair was splayed out on the bed around her, and her generous breasts were wobbling back and forth above her chest as she and Leo moved in rhythm.
Clarice could still taste Leo's lovely musky flavor within her mouth from when she'd blown him earlier. Ever since she'd started having sex, she'd always loved the taste of cock and also sperm, and her partners had generally been quite happy with that fact. In her lust, she could almost feel as though she still was tasting him, just with her cunt instead now. His cock was sliding up and down in her vagina and as she felt him tense and start to come, she seemed to taste that salty bitter taste of sperm, as though it was splashing into her mouth and not up by her cervix.
This was confusing to Clarice, but she didn't pay it all that much mind, because really she had better things to pay attention to in this fuck. Like grinding her clit against her spasming lover to get herself that last bit up and over into her own orgasm, crying out even as Leo moaned and dropped himself back down, crushing his chest across her boobs and sprawling limp in pleasure on Clarice. She held him tight, continuing to drink in the flavor of his rapidly subsiding pulses and milking at his cock with her well-toned kegel muscles.
Then Leo rolled off her and lay gasping on the bed beside her, quite clearly spent and happy, and Clarice did not yet want to let him go. She turned herself his way and climbed on top of him, planting her arms on either side of his head and her lips down on his lips in a fierce and lustful kiss, her heavily flopping breasts dragging nipples up his chest. Her hairy sopping cunt scrubbed up and down atop his wilting cock and she longed to taste that delicious mix of salt and sweat and mingled sexual fluids soaking down his cock and balls.
And so she felt herself reaching out to grasp and lick his balls, massaging and stroking and lapping up that tasty musky flavor. She was licking his balls, even as she kissed his mouth. She was grabbing his balls and stroking up and down his cock, even as her hands were up on either side of Leo's head. Clarice hesitated, feeling a strange cold feeling as she wondered what was going on and felt somehow something zip up back into her cunt.
"The fuck?" she said and froze in place, trying to take an inventory of her body. Leo was still not paying much attention, still out of his head with pleasure and refractory collapse. Clarice was thinking, feeling out her position carefully. Arms up top, head hovering over Leo's head, breasts touching down lightly on his chest, cunt waving open over her kneeling legs. Her hands had not yet moved, were gripping tightly on the bedding still.
"Oh, God," said Leo, "Oh, God, don't stop, please." His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard, still letting go bit by bit into his post-coital slump.
Clarice was having none of that. "Leo!" she said sharply, "Leo, I need to ask you something."
"Oh, God, of course, of course," said Leo, quite clearly not yet focused on her.
"Hey Leo, was I just kissing you?"
"Of course."
