When I had finished and softened and slipped out she squirmed around and kissed me.
“Thank you, baby,” she said.
I chuckled and said, “no, thank YOU.”
She turned serious for just a moment.
“Honey,” she said, her voice soft and very serious, “I don’t want to have to, you know,” and she giggled and I imagined she was blushing under the mask.
She got herself together and went on.
“I don’t want to have to say the words,” she said and giggled again, “you know, ‘honey, I need to suck a dick. So I’m going to get some little temporary tattoos and when you see one on my boob you’ll know. Is that okay?”
I kissed her again and said, “I don’t mind if you say the words, but whatever makes you comfortable.”
She smiled and started snoring softly.