Sweet... Aurora thought as the semen trickled down her throat. Is it meant to be sweet?
The tanned student of religion wiped her mouth of her dribble and any leftover precum before rising to her feet.
She looked at the clown, who was now no longer exposed. The pink clown suit had magically covered him up and hidden his shaft.
Nervous and self-conscious, she asked, "Did I do a good job?"
Solomon blinked.
I fed you my seed. What do you think?
"Yes, you did," he answered. "Thank you for your service."
The woman smiled, proud of herself and happy to see that what she had done was taken as an act of service.
Aurora swore to herself then that so long as the clown continued to answer her prayers and give her the time of day, she would never need to have a relationship with a man.
The clown was enough for her.
Praise the clown, she said to herself.
Solomon, spent of his seed, sighed inwardly. He was extremely satisfied with their meeting.
