Forest
"Well, your shower actually has a good amount of water pressure. Which helps," Forest said as she looked down at the long, dribbling cock pointing straight at her.
That was still oozing.
The salty, bitter scent tickled her nostrils and made her mouth water. It had been centuries she had a mouthful of good seed. In it's way it tastes almost as good as blood, she thought.
She bent forward and laved her small, cool tongue around the thick, pulsating head. Semen was delicately lapped up and Forest shivered at the thick, richness of it. You'd better stop, she thought to herself as she reluctantly straightened herself. "W-we'd better get going or . . . yes," she stammered.