Why Do You Want to Clean Me Up?

“Tell me why you want it,” I asked, laying back on the bed. Greg was crawling between my legs, licking his lips, and I could tell he was desperate to get his mouth on me.

“Because you look so damn delicious,” he said, biting my thigh playfully.

“I mean it,” I said, reaching between my legs. “Why does it turn you on so much to go down on me after another man has come in my pussy?”