Panting, gasping for air, Harold looked down at her, watching as she swallowed every drop, not allowing any to escape her mouth.  His hands moved from her hair to her shoulders, and when she released his cock, he sank to his knees.  Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her, not caring that she had just swallowed a heavy load of his seed.  If it had been anyone else's, he would have been reluctant, but since it was his he didn't mind.<br/><br/>His lips didn't linger on hers anyway; soon he was kissing, nibbling his way along her jawline down to her neck.  His hands weren't idle either; they moved down from her shoulders, wandering over her body, stroking and squeezing, eager to return every bit of pleasure she had given him.