1. Sod The Roses


    Date: 4/2/2024, Categories: Threesomes, Author: kit_kat, Source: LushStories

    ... mouth. Some of it on Quinn’s cheek, I think.
    
    Rolling my tongue around, I savoured that very sharp, raw chestnut flavour. Strong and potent like the guy himself.
    
    They all taste so different. Quinn’s is quite sweet (my favourite of course); I don’t mind feasting on it. Most of them I’d label ok, to be honest. Like ok to swallow, but I 'wouldn’t have it on my granola' kind of ok. There was one recently that was so bitter I just had to spit. (Ok, more like discreetly shovel out of my mouth. I don't spit, I'm a lady after all. Lol.) So next time you ask someone whether they spit or swallow, well, keep in mind we don’t know how you taste. So it depends. At least for me. And that was the sex education bit again, lol.
    
    Whatever I had in my mouth, I swallowed once, carefully, making sure I still had the taste in my mouth. Then pounced on the unsuspecting husband and gave him a big (barely) cummy kiss.
    
    Then I was back for some cleaning duties. I usually don’t do that. Aren’t they just ...
    ... too sensitive? But I’ve recently read in a (very disturbing slave trade) book that it is the ‘proper way’, so while I find the original idea and that book very disturbing and wrong (haven’t finished) I thought I’d try something new. They both seemingly enjoyed the show.
    
    When I later discussed that kiss with Quinn, he told me it was very watery, and I enlightened him that it was because, being his first time, I was considerate and swallowed most of it. He looked at me funny, and I was tempted to go into a rant about how I fucking hate it that he doesn’t trust me and sometimes acts like I was the most rotten, most pushy creature on Earth and just 'too much'. I hate being labelled too much. But I don’t care any more. Just take as much as you need and leave some for the next. Yeah, I’m rotten and insatiable. So what? Till next time, my kinkster friends. Please misbehave!
    
    So this is the story of my Valentine’s Day without roses and chocolate. I don’t think I missed out on anything, did I? 
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