Jon wiped off his face with one hand as he clutched the rock with the other.
Once his hand was away from his face, Karyn could see that he was no longer shocked -- instead, he was grinning.
"I wish the ejaculate of all women would not stain clothes or other surfaces, and I wish that it smelled and tasted delicious," he said.
The musky odor on the air suddenly changed to something very familiar to Karyn's nose, in a different context.
Jon was already licking the hand he'd used to clean his face. "Oh, my God, Karyn, you taste like a vanilla milkshake."
Karyn gingerly reached down and ran a finger across her crotch, then brought the finger back up to her nose. A quick sniff and an even quicker lick with her tongue told her that what Jon said was true.
"Aw, man, it'll be kinda boring if --" Jon stopped himself and then said, "I wish every woman's version of 'delicious' is different, but Karyn here stays the same."
"Thanks a lot," Karyn groaned.
"Come on, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it."
"It was...different."
"Ha, but just think, you're the only one who sees it as 'different.'"
Karyn rolled her eyes. "I'm just glad it's only gonna happen when I orgasm."
"I guess I could work on that," Jon said, the grin back on his face.
Karyn sighed and waited for what Jon would wish next, if anything.
