A mess is made

I felt the first of Carrie’s juices enter my mouth, and I prepared myself. I wanted to do as Carrie had done, and not miss a drop. But just as it began, I felt my head get pulled back, away from Carrie’s still gushing pussy.

I watched as she squirted, the fruits of my labor clear from the sheer volume of it. But now instead of going in my mouth, she was coating me in it. Blast after blast shot out onto my bare skin. My tiny tits, my slim belly, my face, even my hair became damp with Carrie’s orgasmic fluids.