Ask him to come on your face.

You tell the old man you want him to come on your face. Obviously enjoying your situation, he guides himself back into you. He’s noticeably more hurried this time around. His thrusts are faster and more ****.

It doesn’t take him long to be right on the edge. He deviates from his previous tempo, his breathing now heavy and audible over the rain.

And then he pulls out. One hand stays firm in your hair, keeping you under his shaft. The other hand goes to his cock as he starts furiously jerking off over you. “Here you go, son.” He doesn’t finish his sentence before the first pulse lands across your forehead and hair. He draws back a bit and the next one hits your nose, then your cheek. It’s obvious he is trying to cover your whole face. You count six total pulses before he draws back, looking rather satisfied. His load settling on your face.

“That’s a good boy.” His grip on your hair lessens and he stuffs himself back into his pants, while his other hand gently brushes through your hair. He smiles down at you. “You can get up now.”