chapter 40

Emily stood in front of the bathroom mirror after their steamy shower, the steam still fogging the glass, her body flushed and glowing from Alex's touch. Her ponytail was damp, clinging to her neck, and she felt that post-sex high—feminine, slutty, unapologetic. Alex leaned in the doorway, towel low on his hips, watching her with a grin as she squeezed toothpaste onto her brush. But instead of reaching for the sink, she turned to him, eyes gleaming with mischief. "One more thing before bed," she purred, dropping to her knees on the bath mat, her hands working his towel free.

His cock stirred at her touch, already half-hard from the shower play, and she took him in her mouth slow and teasing—tongue swirling the circumcised head, savoring the faint fishy residue mixed with soap. She bobbed gently, building him quick with devoted sucks, her free hand fondling his balls until he groaned low, hands in her hair. "Em... fuck."

She pulled back just in time, lips sealing tight as he came—hot, salty spurts filling her mouth, the rank cum coating her tongue in that primal tang she craved. Holding it there, she rose with a wicked smile, grabbing her toothbrush. "Watch this, baby." Dipping the brush in, she mixed the toothpaste with his load, the creamy blend turning frothy as she brushed slow and deliberate—up and down, the mint clashing with the fishy warmth sliding down her throat in swallows. It felt filthy, empowering, her reflection showing a woman owning her desires completely.

Rinsing with a satisfied hum, she turned to him, lips fresh but the taste lingering. "Your cum as mouthwash? Best way to end the night—feels so slutty feminine, like I'm marked inside and out." Alex pulled her close, kissing her deep, both laughing into the steam. The weekend stretched ahead, full of more such indulgences.