"Uh, you okay down there, Donna?" I splutter, my fingers knotted in her hair.

She looks up and smiles, her lips moist and pink, her eyes wide and unblinking, "Mmmhmm."

"Um you don't, uh, oh God, want like... a tissue or something because I'm gonna..."

She hums a refusal and continues to rhythmically circle her mouth. Two more minutes and it's over, my head flopping limply against the back of my chair.

"You sure you don't want a tissue?" I gasp, trying to catch my breath.

"No thank you," she murmurs, her tongue licking me clean. "Waste not, want not."