Orchard Flower Version Alpha Chapter 4
By the next morning, I was beginning to halfway believe it had all been a dream. Little tomboy Jill, who I'd watched grow up, and whose nubile teenage woman body I had violated, hadn't actually had an orgasm around my tongue, or milked my balls empty. Yet, even after I'd brushed my teeth and used mouthwash, my mouth still seemed to have the lingering taste of young pussy in it. Even the next day my nostrils flared every once in a while, thinking they smelled that lovely fresh...