He’s a twisted bastard. I awake, his legs on my shoulders. His cock in my face.
“Suck it!” he screams, pressing hard against my lips.
I give it one exploratory lick. Taste of sweat, cum, my own pussy.
“Take a fucking shower, It’s been three fucking days already!”
“Suck my cock you dirty bitch!”
I shake my head no. He pins me down completely, stroking it furiously, rubbing it against my mouth. I close my eyes tight and wait for him to finish.
I can feel it as he cums; warm, wet, and sticky. I lick my lips, sweet and slightly salty at the same time. It drips down my chin, down my neck, slowly pooling on my chest.
He gets up and I turn on the fan, already plotting my revenge.
“You mad, baby?” he calls from the kitchen.
“No babe, of course not.”
I walk up behind him as he pours the milk in his cereal. His spunk (dried now) has begun flaking off, like skin after a bad sunburn.
I scrape some off with my nails.
He gets up to go grab a spoon. I sprinkle the flakes in his bowl when his back is turned.
He returns to the table and digs in. After 3 or 4 bites, I’m laughing so fucking hard I just have to tell him.
“You sick fucking bitch!”
He finishes the bowl anyway.
“I love you!” he says and tries to kiss me.