MacIntyre screamed just before he howled at the full moon as if he were about to sprout hair all over his body and turn into a werewolf.
Melinda had read that a guy's come was almost one-hundred percent protein and was actually very good for little girls like herself-to drink.
She knew that there were a lot of girls who refused to drink down come because they thought it was disgusting.
Some didn't like the taste and some thought it was humiliating and degrading to be fed by a boy in that manner.
Melinda couldn't help but think those girls were fools.
She could feel herself getting healthier as she sucked down his load.
After the initial blast of spunk, the come was not as plentiful, and Melinda had no trouble keeping it all inside her mouth.
She sucked his cock head, squeezed his balls, and pumped the shaft of his prick until his come was through.
All of his muscles relaxed and she could feel her jaw close a little as his cock head lost some of its thickness. She could tell that it would only be seconds before the force of gravity had an effect on his cock head.
She slowly pulled her mouth away from his prick, stopping when her upper lip was an inch away from his piss hole.
The little girl could see that there was a string of come connecting her lip and his hole, making a bridge.
She pulled back with her neck and shoulders a little more until that string broke in the center.
Half fell onto his deflating cock head and the other half fell onto her upper tooth.
She pumped his prick a couple of times and saw a watery bead of post-orgasmic juice form at the little hole.
Melinda licked this away with a single swipe of her tongue.
She wanted all of his come to be in her belly where it belonged.
She could see that there was a thin film of semen covering his glans and she used the flat part of her tongue to lick this away also.
By the time the was done licking him the only thing making his cock wet was the saliva from her tongue.
She released her grip on his balls and his cock and looked up at him with a happy smile crossing her face.
"Did that feel good?" she asked – but she already knew the answer to the question.
"Oh, babycakes, you are the best," MacIntyre said, running his fingers through her thick black hair.
She rose to her feet and got up on her toes, tilting her chin upward, so they could kiss passionately.
MacIntyre could see that there was some of his come on her chin.
He licked her face clean, and this – naturally – turned into a wet, sloppy tongue-kiss.