“I… I guess...” you mumble in between breaths “…it was too much to hope for that I would taste bad.”
“Mmmmm…” Mira hums, still swishing your cock and cum about in her mouth as she rested against you. Finishing after a few more moments, she swallows, and you feel a brief shiver of fear run up your back as her throat pulls you forward by your cock before she opens her mouth and lets you go with a pleased grin across her face. “Sorry Max… you’re delicious.”
“Wonderful. Well, at least you’re getting something out of this too.”
“Hey, don’t be down on yourself. That was really good.” Mira climbs back onto the bed beside you and kisses the side of your face. You can’t help but lean into it, wrapping your arms around her once more, feeling the curve of her hips, the toned muscle of her thighs, dropping your head to suck on her tit as she laughed and wrapped her arms around your head.
“You want to keep going?”
“Can we?”
“It’s up to you.” She grinned again, fingers dancing along your now soft cock as she began to stroke it to bring it to attention once more.
You manage to cum twice more, aided by Mira’s devoted attention. You get another blowjob; she lets you titfuck her, she even lets you have anal. By the end of it all, you’re exhausted, almost too tired to move, and pleased to see Mira looking worn out as well. Lying back in the bed beside her, arms and bodies entangled as your exhaustion overcomes your fear of tomorrow, you realize that if you are going to lose your life to be a meal for someone, at least you couldn’t think of anyone better than Mira.
