when sevika tried her own cum…
sevika did not expect that. she finished inside you, slow and deep, breathing all heavy against your neck like she always does — then she slid her fingers down to scoop up the mess like she was being all sexy about it. then brought it to her mouth with that lazy smirk.
and IMMEDIATELY her face dropped like she just drank battery acid.
“that—” she gagged, literally gagged, wiping her tongue with the back of her hand. “fuck why didn’t you ever tell me it tastes like that?”
you were on your back wheezing and laughing, tears in the corners of your eyes.
then you were like, well lemme try then, and you dipped your fingers in while you whimpered and tasted. you just nodded like it was a gourmet meal.
“it’s fine! it’s love flavoured :)”
she stared at you like you were clinically unwell.
and ever since that day, miss ‘i don’t care about healthy food’ has been inhaling pineapples. fruit bowls in the fridge. vitamin gummies on the counter. protein shakes??
she comes home one day with a whole case of coconut water.
you don’t say anything. but when she nutted in you next time and casually licks her fingers clean with zero hesitation — no grimace, no complaint, just a quiet, satisfied hum…
“ah fuck yeah now it tastes good. hey, now lick it from my fingers and appreciate it, peach.”
