And you must swallow it now baby

The cum still clings to her bottom lip when she turns her head just enough for you to catch it. Thick rope still leaking out the corner, sliding slow down her chin while her tongue works the rest back in. Your hand stays wrapped around the cock through the hole, fingers sticky where it pulses, still dribbling a little more onto her wrist. She swallows once, throat working, then opens her eyes and looks at you like she's waiting. "Honey, I think he came in my mouth..." Her voice comes out thick, like the words have to push through what's left. She doesn't wipe anything away. Just keeps her lips parted so you can see the mess on her tongue when she talks again. "And you must swallow it now baby." The fingers on your free hand twitch like you might reach for her, but you don't. The hole is narrow, black around the edges, and the wall smells like old paint and cum that's dried there before. Her knees are spread on the floor, nylons already run from where she was grinding down while she sucked. One heel slipped off. You can see the chipped polish on her big toe when she shifts. She closes her mouth, swallows again, slower this time. Her throat clicks. A string breaks between her lip and the tip still pressed against it and falls onto her hand instead. She doesn't flinch. Just brings that hand up to her mouth and licks the palm clean like it's nothing, eyes still on you. She lets go of the cock first. Yours stays there a second longer before you pull it back through the hole, skin catching a little on the rough edge. The guy on the other side doesn't say anything. Just zips up and leaves, shoes scuffing away. Your wife wipes her chin with the back of her hand and stands, wobbling once on the one heel that's left. The floor's cold under your socks.