AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hi,

I should probably feel some shame but I guess I just don't have the energy for that. This is just some unnecessary smut that I decided to throw my attention to for the last week. It is already completed, it's just way too long to post as one giant chapter.

I also have a whole other fic that I'm writing that goes with this one that isn't smut that is a heavy tone-shift to address the darker undertones of this fic.

Anyway, if you enjoy, consider leaving a review!

Oktavia


Tags/TWs: dead dove: do not eat, no beta we die like nina, incest, sibling incest, plot what plot/porn without plot, past sexual abuse. canon-typical violence, implied/referenced self-harm, canon-typical themes, very brief passing comment about eating disorders, mildly dubious consent, masturbation, deepthroating, hair pulling, face fucking, facial


A hand between her thighs, rough lips running across her jaw. Lightning along every nerve of her pale skin, moans echoing from her in a desperate gasp. His smell all around her, making her feel whole as he fills her to the brim. The strained gasp he sounds as he completes her.

Ashley woke up, small gasps escaping her as she found herself so aroused she could feel her heartbeat between her legs. It was just another dream. She'd had another dream of Andrew fucking her until she forgot her own name. Ugh.

What was the point of dreams like that if she couldn't actually have him? It just left her horny and feeling especially empty. Ashley couldn't help the groan that escaped her as she pressed her face into Andrew's shoulder, taking a deep breath in so she could pretend for just a second that they really were that close. Her body was on fire and surrounding herself with the one who was haunting her wet dreams only made the pressure inside of her more intense.

Would Andrew mind if she just held him close like this and maybe slipped a couple fingers into herself while she let her imagination run wild? He was asleep after all. She changed her position to something with slightly more access, moving to rest her leg across his hips. She often laid like this with an arm and leg strewn across him, so he shouldn't notice any difference.

That's when she felt it.

Was he having a wet dream too? Ashley wondered if this was like their vision but minus the trinket. Was he thinking of her like she thought of him? Thoughts played themselves in her mind as she moved her leg a little to rub the semi-hard cock Andrew was sporting in his sleep.

If they were both this desperate for sex, it felt almost inhumane for Ashley to withhold that. After all, he was clearly into it too, sleeping or not. With the final nail in the coffin, Ashley pressed her face into Andrew's shirt again, taking in a deep breath as a way to replace her whole oxygen supply with him. She slowly and carefully began rocking her hips, trying to ignore how embarrassing it was that she was rutting her brother in his sleep like a horny bitch.

As Ashley rocked gently, she made it a point to press her knee into the visibly growing tent in his boxers. Her deep rose coloured eyes watched how his cock moved and twitched as she slipped her hand under the t-shirt she was wearing and into her soaked polka dotted panties. One day, that dick would be buried to the hilt inside of her. One day, she'd feel Andrew all the way to her cervix. One day, she would have all of him cumming deep inside of her. One day. One day.

A small groan escaped her as she rocked her hips, trying to stay subtle but finding herself so starstruck that it was hard to be. Ashley ran her knee against Andrew's member, observing the way there was a small wet spot where the head had been trying to press its way out of those boxers. She had to bite her lip to keep her voice down as she fantasised about putting that head into her mouth and sucking it dry.

God fucking dammit, she was so close. Her fingers were rubbing and pinching her clit but the emptiness of her core left something to be desired, making her feel like she was being tortured by the cruelest being of all. She couldn't subtly finger fuck herself against Andrew like this, but she felt so edged like it was the only option she had. Well, besides the obvious tent staring her in the face.

And would you know it, her greed got the better of her.

"Ashley?" Andrew's voice was groggy but slightly lower than normal, laced with a tone that Ashley couldn't immediately pinpoint.

It was a cruel game of red light, green light and Ashley was the loser. "Ehehe, mornin', sleepy head." She said, shifting to try and cover that her hand was buried between her lower lips. If she pulled it out she was sure that would only make it more obvious, so she just slowly moved the leg that had been toying with Andrew so she could possibly use it as a decoy.

It only took the man a couple seconds to put together what was going on before his face went a deep shade of red and he moved to shove her off of the twin sized mattress they were sharing. "What the fuck were you doing?" He exclaimed, pulling the blanket up as if it could hide the very attention grabbing flag pole in his boxers.

Ashley looked surprised at almost being pushed off the bed. She caught herself with her dirty hand, showing Andrew everything he needed to know about her morning escapades. "Nothing we've not seen before." She replied with a small smirk as she fixed herself on the bed.

"Ugh… We're not…! That's…! Ashley!" Andrew couldn't find his words as he pressed himself back down into the bed and pulled the covers to hide his face as well. "We're not like that!"

Were they not? Ashley wasn't too sure, personally. She changed her position so she is sitting across his knees, an advantageous position he left wide open for her. "You say that, but your friend here says otherwise." Ashley commented, gesturing to Andrew's hard-on that refused not to let its presence be known.

"I…! I wasn't…!" Andrew stuttered out, clearly flustered at the position Ashley took on top of him like that.

"You weren't…? Weren't what?" Ashley asked as she leaned down a little, letting her torso put weight on his excited cock as she taunted him a little by pressing her arms together to emphasise her tits. "You weren't dreaming of fucking your little sister so deeply I screamed your name? Or deepthroating me so hard mascara runs down my face? What about impregnating me? You weren't dreaming of any of that?"

Andrew was a deep shade of red as he trembled and shook his head. "I would never." He managed to get out, though his voice lacked conviction as his emerald eyes trailed down Ashley's chest.

"Really? Cuz I heard through a grapevine that you really had a kink for knocking girls up. Maybe I misunderstood when I heard Julia tell one of her other friends about Plan B then…" Ashley spoke, a mischievous smile on her face as she shared. "Or is it that her womb's better than mine?"

He looked genuinely flabbergasted by Ashley's words, pushing himself up onto his elbows and glaring at her. "No, a condom broke." He said rather plainly, obviously not finding this whole exchange quite as entertaining as Ashley seemed to be.

Ashley nodded a little as she played with the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing for a few moments. "Right, it 'broke'." She replied as she pulled the shirt off, leaning down to be nearly eye level with Andrew. This left her in only her panties, so almost every inch of her body was on display for him to see. "You don't have to come up with silly excuses for me."

If he could become as red as a tomato, now was the time. He'd seen Ashley nearly nude before but never in a context like this. She was leaning down, so her stomach was pressed firmly against his painfully hard cock and her breasts were brushing against his torso. Andrew's brain had to take an extra few seconds to process what he was seeing before he could find his words again. "Ashley, no." He managed to say, even though his whole body felt otherwise.

"No?" Ashley echoed, almost as if she was shocked to hear that answer. She sat back onto his knees, putting her whole self on display for Andrew to see. "Why not?" Her voice carrying the tone that she often used when she pouted.

Andrew covered his face, purposefully trying not to look at his sister anymore than he already had. "It's not right. We can't cross that line." He wanted to. God dammit, he wanted to.

A small chuckle escaped Ashley, one that sounded like it was full of disbelief. "We can murder people, rob them, eat them, steal cars, whatever else, but the line of incest is too much for good ol' Andrew Graves." She retorted as she moved to get off of him. Her tone was hollow, her movements sluggish as she climbed off of the bed. "You really don't want me, do you?" She asked, pausing on the edge of the bed with her back facing him.

Andrew could hear it in her tone. She was taking this way too personally. It wasn't his fault her newest fixation had been trying to fuck him. It wasn't his fault. If there was anyone to blame, it's that damn entity. It put the images of them fucking into their heads and thrown a wrench in their perfectly good, healthy sibling relationship. Yup. That's who caused all this. Andrew let out a sigh and rubbed his face with the hand he was covering his eyes with. "I… Ley, I don't… Not like that." He replied quietly, moving to sit up so he could sit next to her.

Before he succeeded in getting beside her, Ashley stood up. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if trying to be modest. "What does she have that I don't?"

There was a silence in the motel room for a long moment before Ashley repeated herself. "What does she have that I don't?!" With that, Ashley's voice broke. She sniffed and began rubbing at one of her eyes, upset with the situation. "Is it her button nose? Or those freckles? I can get surgery. They have facial tattoos for freckles now. Hell, I'll wear colour contacts til the end of time!"

Those words caused Andrew to shutter a little. He tried to ignore the way it sounded like Ashley was crying, but to hear her literally talk about self-mutilation to look more like another girl for his affection…? It send a chill right to his core.

Ashley paused and waited for a response, instead only hearing the iconic sound of the lid of Andrew's zippo opening as he lit a smoke. She sniffed again, lowering her head into her hands. "Or is it not those things at all…?" She pondered as she wiped nonexistent tears. "Is it… is it that she's chubbier than me? I'll find a way to fatten up if I need to." Ashley suggested, though she knew that 'fattening up' was not really something she had the luxury of doing at the moment.

Andrew remained silent, unsure of what to say. He felt like the only way to get through Ashley acting like this was to either let her burn herself out or resort to some act of violence to cut the cycle short. Either way, he was at a stand still. Lit cigarette between his lips, Andrew stood up from the bed and came up behind Ashley, pressing himself against her bare back. He ignored that he was still somewhat aroused, instead focusing on trying to help Ashley through her spiral in some way. He rested his cold hands on her slightly protruding hip bones, a silent commentary on how he felt about her visible malnutrition.

Even though he didn't say a word, Ashley already felt better with him beside her like he was. She leaned back into him, putting one of her hands on his. "Or is it that Julia's broken?" Ashley asked quietly, her voice still shaking with her crocodile tears.

"Hm?" Andrew inquired quietly, turning his head to blow smoke to the side of the two of them as he remained pressed against her.

"Is it those suicidal scars on her wrists you find so attractive? Those uneven, jagged messes on her arms?" Ashley asked, raising her other arm to show her mostly unscarred arm. Outside of some small scars from playing outside as a kid and the occasional aggressive punishment from their mom, her skin was mostly unmarred. "Would you think I'm prettier if I had those sick cuts running down my arms too?"

The thought of Ashley even considering that made Andrew's skin crawl. Julia had attempted suicide by slitting her wrists, almost being successful in her endeavour. The attempt was almost certainly Ashley's fault. So for her to be mocking Julia's feelings like this now… Andrew wanted to smack Ashley upside the head or move away and just go for a walk or something. However, he instead took in a deep breath through the filter of his cigarette and let it out without turning his head. "You're a sick enough fuck without scars on your arms." Andrew replied, before he reached under Ashley's arm and over her shoulder to take the cigarette out of his mouth.

Ashley let out a small chuckle, rubbing her eyes again. "Maybe so." She replied. It still didn't make her sick enough for him to want her, it seemed.

Andrew held the cigarette between his index and middle finger for a long moment without moving before he spoke. "Take my cigarette." He said, his face closer to her ear than it had been moments prior.

A chill went down her spine as she grabbed the cigarette between her index finger and thumb, like she'd never held one before in her life (which wasn't true).

With the hand that was now free, Andrew ran his fingers over her bony shoulder. He traced the definition of her collarbone to her sternum before resting his cool palm on her upper chest. "Put it in your mouth." Andrew said in a tone one could only describe as demanding.

"Are you sure?" Ashley asked, her voice a little softer than it'd been before. Unlike her usual demeanour, this seemed to have actually caught her off guard.

"Do you want to prove yourself to me?" He replied, his words holding some sense of power over her. It was like he found a way to play Ashley and it was making her desperate with lust and then dangling the carrot (or more aptly, the cock) right before her very eyes. It wasn't control, per se, but an illusion of choice that Andrew desperately needed.

She nodded in reply to his words before putting the filter between her lips. She could taste the familiar scent of Andrew's breath and nicotine. This wasn't her first cigarette, not by a long shot, but she still could feel the tickle in her throat of a cough and she hadn't even actually breathed any of the smoke in yet.

Andrew ran his other hand up her thin stomach to her defined ribs. He traced his fingers along a couple of the bones before he nearly whispered in her ear, "Take a deep breath."

The feeling of arousal that Ashley felt from Andrew holding her with both hands close to her tits while whispering sensually into her ear was nearly overwhelming. She took in a long, deep breath through the filter of the cigarette, ignoring how it burnt on the way down. After a moment, Ashley couldn't help as she began coughing so hard it felt like she might gag. All the while, Andrew never moved his hands.

As she sobered up, Andrew let his lips just barely brush against her ear as he said, "Again."

And that is exactly what Ashley did. She repeated the process again, even though her lungs protested and she coughed dry coughs that shook through her whole tiny physique. It made her eyes water but she didn't care.

Andrew pressed his lips into her shoulder as if encouraging her to do it again, the hand on her ribs pressed further up so his fingertips were beneath the cleft of her breast.

Ashley kept taking hits of the cigarette, becoming less and less clunky with her breaths with each one. After more than half the cigarette was burnt down and the head of ash fell to the floor where they were still standing, Ashley asked in a hoarse voice, "Did Julia smoke for you?"

Pulling away from the spot on her shoulder that Andrew had been busy leaving an absentminded hickey, he shook his head a little. "Never." He kissed up Ashley's neck so he could whisper into her ear, "I guess that makes you more of a woman."

Those words went straight to Ashley's cunt and she was sure she shivered against him. That's right. Julia was nothing compared to her. That's what she needed to hear. A good woman would do anything for the man they love, even if that meant possibly developing a nasty addiction for him. Ashley was prepared to do anything for Andrew.

Andrew ran one of his hands along Ashley's upper chest before sliding it lower, his fingers brushing across her erect nipple. "I never thought you'd look so… fancy smoking cigarettes."

"Hm…" Ashley couldn't help her voice escaping her even for such a small touch. Once the flood gates opened up, she was sure she was going to be a mess for it all. "I don't think anyone's ever described me as fancy doing anything before."

"It makes you look like an old school punk slut. Which I find to be quite fancy." Andrew commented, kissing her on neck before leaving another mark.

"That, mmm, doesn't sound very fancy." Ashley said, pressing herself back against him. She wanted more but with him holding her from behind like this, there was only so much she could have.

"Trust me. It is." He commented as he toyed with her some more by just brushing along her nipples and then going back to sensual touches.

Ashley took another drag of the cigarette as a response to her frustration of Andrew teasing her like he was, before deciding she was done with this game. She pulled away so she could turn to face him. Cigarette still dangling from her lips, Ashley's expression was a cute blush when she saw how hard Andrew had become during their exchange. "So seeing me blacken my lungs as much as my tar soul really gets you going, huh?" She teased.

Jade eyes met rose ones before Andrew spoke again, "How could it not?" He asked as he moved closer to her yet again, this time taking the cigarette to take a drag of it himself. He returned it to Ashley before looking her up and down. "I can't believe you're getting your way again."

A smirk appeared on her lips as she blew out some smoke and chuckled. "As if this won't be fun for you too. I'll even let you cum bareback."

His tough act foundation shook a little at that comment and he shook his head. "No way. But I'll cum in that nasty mouth of yours."

Ashley replied by opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out like the girls in pornos do to show off when their mouths are either full of cum or to show they've just swallowed a whole load.

The way he rolled his eyes was almost audible as he moved closer to her to guide the two of them back to the bed. "You know, you're always calling other girls hussies and whores but these last few weeks have shown me that you're the real slut here."

"That's a cute title to give a girl who's a virgin." Ashley retorted, smirking at him as she plopped down on the bed and looked up at him. She put the cigarette between her lips and started rubbing the tent in his boxers without any hesitation.

Andrew froze. He took a whole step back after a moment. "Wait, what?"

"What?" Ashley replied, as if what she'd just said didn't change anything.

"You're a virgin? You're 20." Andrew said, sounding shocked and maybe almost a little disbelieving.

"So?" Ashley shrugged. "Unlike you, I had my sights set on the boy of my dreams and I saved myself for him. I didn't spread my legs for the first dick willing to enter. Though dad did seem pretty eager."

There was too much to unpack in that statement for Andrew to process. "I— how am I supposed to react to that?" He ended up asking, unsure of how to proceed. He was feeling guilty at the thought of possibly being Ashley's first, and he didn't even want to get into that dad comment right now.

"You can react by fucking my brains out. That's kinda what I've been saying this whole time." Ashley said, almost sounding exasperated. "I didn't go out and fuck anyone because I wanted your dick first. Don't go making this all weird and sentimental or some shit." With that comment, she guided him closer to her again.

Even if he tried, he couldn't help but make it sentimental. Andrew tried to consider this a good thing. Maybe it was good she was getting him first. He could show her how good sex was so shitty guys wouldn't use her up and give her nothing in return. He could make sure she knew how to please a man so when she got a real boyfriend she'd be set.

"Stop." Ashley said after a second. "I can see the wheels turning in there." She commented. "Virgin or not, I'm gonna be the best pussy you've ever had and you'll never be able to think of any other girl while cumming ever again." With those words, Ashley ran her fingertips along the elastic of Andrew's boxers, toying with the edge as she took another deep breath through the almost spent cigarette. She was more than excited to go over this edge with him.

Andrew watched her closely, trying to push any of his inhibition out of the window. Ashley looked so sexy as she puffed on the cigarette and toyed with the band of his boxers, which really helped with Andrew's plight. His sister really was a looker, after all.

After playing around with the intent to see his member twitch and jerk under the cloth, Ashley finally hooked her fingers onto the waistband and started tugging it down. She held the cigarette filter between her lips, finding herself needing both hands for such a task. She glanced up at Andrew, amused to see his eyes staring at her intensely. "Are you having fun?" She asked, taking the cigarette out from between her lips and offering it to him.

"You're a tease." Andrew replied as he took the nearly burnt out cigarette. He didn't miss the way Ashley stopped moving his waistband for a moment just to talk some more.

"And what are you gonna do about that?" Her words were punctuated by her leaning forward and kissing the line of hair that led down to his cock, hand hovering over the half exposed dick. Ashley looked up at Andrew as she purposefully teased him further by giving him feather touches and butterfly kisses.

Was she tried to get him to play rough? Because he most certainly could if she didn't move along soon. "Ashley, just… Can you please…?" Andrew asked, his voice echoing the arousal his cock was showing.

"Since you asked so kindly." Ashley replied, even though that wasn't necessarily how she was setting this exceedingly slow pace. She finally tugged his boxers down his thighs, letting the fabric fall to the floor and revealing her prize. Ashley stopped kissing his lower stomach to look at his cock, an almost predatory look in her rosey eyes. "Hmm…" As she made a noise of thought, she nuzzled her face alongside Andrew's member, almost like she was measuring it with her head.

Emerald eyes never budged from watching her every move. Andrew hated the pace Ashley was going at, but wanted to let her set her own pace for the first time. So he just watched as she moved, taking in the sight of his dick against her face. The small touches she gave him as she pressed the shaft against her cheek caused Andrew to twitch, feeling too aroused to handle those little movements. "God, how do you already look like such a slut?" He asked, putting his fingers through her hair.

"I've specialised in you." Ashley replied with a small smirk. She ran the head of his cock down her face before leaning back a little. "You know, it's a damn shame I'm not wearing make up right now." As she remarks this, she starts her way up onto the bed.

Andrew watched her with his brows furrowed, trying his best to play nice. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" What the fuck was she doing?

"I think I'd look really cute with that post-BJ ruined makeup look." Ashley commented with a chuckle. She crawled across the bed, giving Andrew a great preview of one of his favourite positions.

Andrew shook his head, unable to hide the small smile on his face at the thought. "You did mention running mascara earlier."

"Oh, there it is!" She commented, grabbing something from the sheets after not finding whatever it was from on the side table. "I think girls look way cuter with mascara that's run from a good fucking rather than a crying session. I don't know, it's just sexy." Ashley said as she took her spot back on the side of the bed in front of Andrew. She looked up at him with a smirk as she started pulling her hair back. "You like it better like this, right?"

The reaction from his cock alone should have given her his answer. Andrew nodded a little anyway, before replying, "I'm gonna end up pulling it." He loved pulling on hair during sex, but there was just something different about pulling a girl's ponytail over just the strands of hair straight from the source.

"Please do." Ashley said with some excitement in her voice. "Be as messy and violent as you want with me." The expression she wore as she said that caused Andrew's dick to twitch.

"You're sure?" Andrew asked with a raised eyebrow, running a couple of his fingers through the ponytail she'd just fixed for him. "We should probably have a safe word then, just in case."

Ashley wanted to laugh at him. He could stab her in the gut and eat out her insides and she'd let him with no hesitation. A safe word really wasn't necessary, but if it would make him happy… "Lemon Cupcake."

A second of silence passed before Andrew let out a chuckle, one that turned into a full on laugh. "Le-, haha, lemon cup-, hahaha, cupcake? Haha, Ley, that's genius!" Maybe Andrew was that broken that Ashley choosing something so sentimental right after telling him not to be sentimental was making him laugh.

Ashley broke out into a blush. "What? I just chose it because it would stand out while we're fucking, Andy. Unless you think we're gonna be talking about our past birthdays, then I can change it." She was talking to fill dead air, something she did more frequently than she cared to admit.

Andrew took in a full breath, still chuckling as he did so. "No, no, we definitely shouldn't. Haha, I just didn't expect that you'd choose something like that." He had to wipe his face, he had been laughing so hard for a moment.

"What was I supposed to choose then?" Ashley asked, looking up at him as she brought her focus back to his cock.

"I didn't have anything in mind." Andrew said, as he finally started sobering back up. "Sometimes you surprise me is all."

Ashley rolled her eyes as she ran her hand down his shaft so she could support his member more easily while sucking on it. "Let me surprise you in other ways." She said, shifting so she was eye level with his cock again. She leaned in and ran her tongue along the underside, enjoying the way she felt Andrew shudder. Once she'd licked the whole length, Ashley opened her mouth and engulfed the exposed glans of her brother's dick within it.

The sudden change of pace was welcomed but also caught Andrew off guard. He was so sensitive from the fact that she'd been riding him on this erection for at least 30 minutes already. If she kept going like this, he was going to embarrass himself by cumming too early.

With each bob of her head, Ashley took more and more of Andrew into her mouth. After the third or forth time, she audibly took in a deep breath in before diving in again. She somehow managed to swallow him down, hardly any gagging to be heard.

Andrew couldn't help himself as he gasped out and took a handful of her ponytail when she deepthroated him. It was a sensation he'd never felt before, the muscles of her throat constricting around the tip of his cock like it was trying to milk him dry. Where did she learn to do that?

Moments went by before Ashley pulled herself off of him, gasping and letting out small coughs. She ignored the way she had spit running down her chin, instead just going in for more. She started bobbing her head in a rhythm, using her hand to cover the part she couldn't continuously keep in her mouth.

A pressure was building inside of Andrew and he was sure that he was going to cum before long. While he wanted to save it for later, there was no way he could. Seeing how good Ashley looked with her face wrapped around his cock made him feel like he had no self control. That lack of self control helped aid him in beginning to match Ashley's pace with tugging her hair and pressing her into his cock.

It was exhilarating to Ashley that Andrew was guiding her head for the most part. The feeling of him holding her against his dick and making her gag and suffocate on him reminded her of the abandoned arousal she had. He'd make her take so much of him that she couldn't breathe and then use her hair to pull her back, giving her an undetermined amount of time to gasp before repeating. She could feel tears streaming down her face and drool literally dripping off of her chin. The perfect picture of sex appeal.

"Fuck, Ley… hmm…" Andrew's voice came out as moans and low speech as he looked down at his sister's decimated face. Maybe he could see what she meant by looking sexy with make-up on with that look. "I'm about to—"

Ashley pressed herself into him rougher when he started to announce that he was about to cum. She could literally feel it. His cock felt bigger, like it swelled up just a little more before spurting hot streams of his release.

Andrew grabbed Ashley's hair roughly and pulled her off of him when he felt the rush of that high coming over him. He wanted to make good on his word and make an even bigger mess of Ashley's slutty face. He decorated her face with his icing, getting plenty in her hair and across her features.

When Andrew pulled her off of him, Ashley opened her mouth. Maybe she watched too much porn or something but she was step by step performing for him. She let him cover her face in his cum, unintentionally flinching a little when some hit her near one of her eyes. Besides that, she remained a good cum bucket with her mouth open until she could tell he was done. Ashley licked her lips and ran her fingers over the slick stream over her eye before putting those fingers into her mouth. She didn't react to the taste (which was something Andrew found odd). After a moment of just basking in their crime, Ashley grinned. "Wasn't that fun?"

Andrew was still huffing. He hadn't orgasmed that hard in months. He wasn't even sure if he'd cum that hard even with Julia around. Pushing that thought from his mind for the time being, he moved to sit on the bed beside Ashley. Once he caught his breath, Andrew looked over at Ashley to admire just how absolutely trashed her face looked. "It was. I thought you said you were a virgin?"

Ashley couldn't help herself as her smile faltered just a little before she nodded and grinned even bigger. "I am. I guess porn's one hell of a teaching tool."

That fake smile held a weight that Andrew wasn't sure he wanted to understand, so he breezed past it for now. It wasn't the right time to talk about it now. "Must be. I don't think I've ever been deepthroated like that."

"That's cuz you've only dated those soft vanilla girls. They would probably throw up before they could get your cock that far." Ashley said, clearly boasting about it. "Luckily I have a few tricks up my sleeve, so I can just about swallow anything if you ask mean enough."

Andrew let out a small chuckle at Ashley's words, even though he was at least semi-aware of one of the reasons Ashley lacked much of a gag reflex. It was the years and years of making herself throw up that did it, Andrew was sure that that contributed.

Ashley leaned on him for a second before letting out a soft sigh. "I should probably go wash my face."

"But I think you look better like this." Andrew retorted, turning to run his thumb across her chin.

"Me too. I'll always look better as your cum dumpster, but dried cum is no- probably not pleasant." Ashley said, sitting back up. "I'll be right back, Andy."

Emerald eyes watched as the mostly nude Ashley made her way to their tiny attached bathroom. Andrew tried not to let his thoughts rush too much as he patiently waited for Ashley to clean up. He couldn't sit with the clues that Ashley had been dropping for too long alone or he was surely going to assume the worst and start getting angry and upset.

Ashley walked to the bathroom, not even minding that she was still only in her panties. No, she didn't mind being mostly naked at all really, especially with Andrew being the one she was putting a show on for. She caught her face in the cracked mirror above the sink, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she studied her features. Ashley ran her fingers over a stream of Andrew's cum on her cheek, admiring the way it glistened on her skin. After a long moment, she shook her head a little and turned on the sink to rinse the cum, tears, and spit off of her face.

After cleaning off her skin, Ashley tried to get some of the cum out of her hair but didn't put too much work into it. She could shower later, after she and her Andy were for sure done with whatever activities they wanted to do for the day. She rinsed her mouth out with some water, just in case. In case of what? Ashley didn't know.