Finally, when he was done, I licked the head of his penis clean then used the dishtowel to wipe off the marks from my red lipstick.

"Some of it won't come off," I said, dabbing at a now-pinkish streak.

"Don't worry about it," he growled. "I'll wear your lipstick on my cock any time you want, darling. The only one who's going to see it is you, anyway." Then he put both hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet.

If I hadn't already rubbed off all my lipstick, ...