Boundaries

“Eat it,” he said.

I hesitated. I love his cum — in my mouth, on my face, in my hair, wherever. In my pussy, naturally. I love the taste of it: spicy and uniquely him. The texture. The… I don’t know, the naughtiness of it, if that makes sense.

But for the first time, I wasn’t sure.

His voice softened. “Eat my cum, babe,” he said, gently urgent. “Lick it all up. Taste it. You want to.”

I looked. Hesitated one more second. I caught his eye, and his loving gaze. Encouraging me to cross a boundary, as he has so often led me to do.

With a deep breath and a shiver of excitement, I bent over, and began to lap his cum as it oozed from my sister’s cunt.

— Frenulum