“I’m Sorry, Darling, I Don’t Mean To Stare, I Just… Last Night, Gosh, I Can’t Get That Image

“Um, darling, you still have a little bit of my boyfriend’s… yeah, just at the corner of your mouth… that’s it, you’ve got it. He always cums such a lot, doesn’t he?”

"Lily, darling, could you come in here a moment? There you are. Don't you look lovely in your new dress, hmm? Doesn't she look nice Matthew? Oh, what would you know, you beast. Don't listen to him, dear, you look absolutely adorable. Go on, give us a twirl. Just darling.

"Now, the reason I called you in, Matthew and I were reminiscing about the other night. You know, the one where he absolutely shagged my brains out? That's the one. Anyway, I may have let slip your little secret, the one you told me after he left. Something about how delicious you think his cum is. Oh, you did, darling, you most definitely did say that. It was somewhere in between you begging me to let you lick me clean and my fourth orgasm from your delightful little tongue.

"Well, don't you think you should thank him? For filling your Mistress with his cum, all fresh and warm and delicious for you to enjoy, of course. No no, not like that, goodness I'd hope I taught you better manners than that. Go and stand in front of him, give a little curtsy, that's it, like I showed you. Now, look him in the eyes and tell him. 'Thank you, sir, for fucking my Mistress so spiffingly and filling her with your oh so delicious cum.'

"There that wasn't so hard, was it? Good girl. Now, you run along and finish your chores before bedtime, Matthew and I would like some privacy. And Lily, dear, we'll have breafast in bed in the morning, around eight-thirty, I think. That'll give us time to get yours ready as well. Night night."