<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)   </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Aftershocks and butterflies<hr/><br/>Practically giddy with the reactions she's managed to elicit from Will, she takes to the task of finishing him with a determination that far exceeds her meager experience.  His ejaculation, however, is a bit more than she'd been prepared for, mentally.  It's probably the polite thing to do to swallow his come, she reasons, and as her mouth fills with his seed she does that, at least twice, but then finds that there's more than she's able to consume with his member filling her mouth and tongue so.<br/><br/>She has a brief moment where she is reasonably certain that she'll drown, so after those initial two swallows she breaks that seal and his fluids spatter her cheek, a clean white cord connecting the tip of his cock to her amber skin as she pants and strokes him to his full completion, even as he continues to erupt and spatter her chin.  She ties to reassert control, but fails at that, and it's not exactly that she minds-- his salty, slightly-sweet fluid actually tastes rather... enjoyable.  Not that she'd seek out to gather as much as possible, but in this moment she's eager to wring his body of of it he wants to give her.  And there's plenty... the copious amounts provide some insight to the warm, wet feeling she's experiencing between her thighs now as his first climax's spendings begin to creep out in excess, and as fascinating as watching the fluid erupt from his shining, dark-crowned cock is, she has the urge to lap a bit of it, to clean him.  So she does, and when his throes subside, she spends a good bit of time nuzzling into his hips and aside his wet shaft to let her tongue seek out the spilled seed and to savor its taste as she brings his relaxing cock to a state of more ease.<br/><br/>When he's spent and clean, she rises a bit, wiping the rogue spattering from her cheek and chin, then cleans her fingertips in her mouth.  Without words now, she simply grins at him, the afterglow and satisfaction of the act filling her with a happy exhaustion that warms her like a coal fire.  She urges him to lay at ease as she draws up the knotted, tangled blanket, spreading it over their bare bodies, and snuggles her face into his chest and under his bearded chin for kisses and strokes of affectionate, gentle exploration.