She caught her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes wide, dazed. Her lips -- parted, wet, marked. Her body still trembled faintly with aftershocks.

She reached up slowly, fingers gliding across the last smear of his cum. It clung to her skin, warm and thick, like a kiss that refused to fade.

She brought her fingertip to her mouth. Hesitated.

Then sucked it clean, slowly.

Thoughtfully.

Her eyes closed for a moment.

It was nothing like Barry. Not in taste. Not in texture. Not in meaning.

Nate's cum had been thick and hot and alive.

It had coated her mouth like it belonged there.

It had...