Don’t ask me that question. I can never answer. All over my face. Dripping down my chin. Painted to my lips like tiny flowers on parchment. Puddling like drops of rain in the nape of my neck. My love for cum is deeper than my love for you. I want to taste you. Inhale your tempting mix of salt, sweat, and seed. Nourish my body with the proteins pouring from your penis.