All over my face!

Her hips smash relentlessly against my face, once she hangs up. Her pace accelerates fiercely, every slamming thrust and my cheeks redden from the impact. She slams in hard enough to force her nuts into my mouth, sheathing herself fully.

Kassie growls with arousal and resistance, restraining her arousal for a little more than an hour before she pulls herself out. A sequence of a dozen and a half pulses of thick cream pumps across my face, marking me as Kassandra's property.

I look up at her, until her cum pulses into my eyes, as well, leaving my entire face buried under a mask of her seed. She sighs, wiping her cock off in my hair like it's a cum-rag. Her voice fills my ears, “Fuck, I'm so glad I have my own faggot.”

“Fuck, you're a mess, now, faggot, hang on,” she says after a moment, “Stay.” I remain kneeling, waiting, hearing her go through my clothes, and then leave the room and return. I shiver as I feel a collar being put on my neck, and tightened.

Then the metal click of a leash, and she gives it a tug, as she opens the front door of her apartment, “Stand, fag. Walk.”

I mindlessly obey, pushing myself to my feet and beginning to walk, still nude, “Let's go, faggot. Your family's waiting.”

My bare feet automatically start walking, obeying as she warns me of stairs, headed for the parking lot and for my car.