Ben climbs over Abbie and comes on her face

"Me?" Ben asked.

He ramped up his rhythm, pushing into Abbie's tight and wet pussy harder and faster. He smiled broadly as he fucked her, driving as deeply as he could into her. He watched her body underneath his, her hair shifting as her head lightly bounced in and out of the cushions of the sofa.

With all that Abbie had conceded to that evening, Ben had to assume that there weren't going to be many (or any) boundaries. It was evident that she was enjoying everything about this, and her confidence that any choice he might make would be the right choice was exciting to Ben.

"Yeah," Abbie said. "What thrills you? I mean, aside from fucking sexy redheads?"

"Sexy redheads who I just met."

"Sexy redheads you just met who promise that they'll enjoy whatever excites you the most."

Ben didn't need another invitation. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot."

"I know," Abbie said, biting her lip. "Aren't I?"

Ben chuckled. He slowed his rhythm a little, getting more deliberate as he fucked her, steadier, harder. He took a sharp breath and lifted his head up. As he released the breath, he calmly looked back down at Abbie, nodding slightly.

"Mm-hm, that's it," Abbie murmured. "You're almost there, I can tell." She glanced toward Cory, who ran his fingers along her skin one more time, and then let her leg go gently, allowing it to fall limp along the back of the couch. He stepped away without another word, leaving Ben and Abbie alone.

Ben grunted as he fucked her, his face turning a bit redder than it had been. Then, in a rather surprising move, he yanked himself out of Abbie pussy, and straddling her body, moved up toward her face. Abbie opened her eyes wide, startled (but not bothered) by Ben's sudden movement. He hovered over her chest, his cock throbbing and red and pointed directly at her face.

He grabbed his dick with one hand and pointed it toward her. "Oh, ffffuuuu..." he moaned. His whole body tightened, and with a gasping exhalation of air, he fired a hot, thick stream of jizz straight onto Abbie's face, a diagonal line that went from the outer edge of one eyebrow across her nose, part of her lips, and onto her jaw.

Abbie wiggled in place, moving herself a bit, if only to try and center her position in front of Ben for the next shot. Ben jerked his dick hard, and in a moment or two, the next stream shot out, landing squarely on Abbie's lips. She licked a bit of it, tasting it, feeling its heat.

The third shot landed on her eye and nose (she closed her eyelid in time to avoid it actually going into her eye). After that, Ben gasped, his breath heaving, the main event over. A few more stray droplets fell from the tip of his cock, landing on Abbie's chest. He looked down at her to find her eyes wide open again, staring up at him.

"Mm," she hummed, smiling. "You kind of drenched me." She let out a small giggle and bit her lip.

Ben laughed. "Looks pretty hot, if you ask me."

"I'll ask you." She played along. "Does it look good on me? All your fucking jizz all over my face? My sweet, pretty face, just coated with it." She paused, having said more than either of them imagined she would. "Do you like it?"

Ben nodded. "I do. Do you want to taste it?"

"Mm," Abbie agreed. She reached a finger up to find part of the load, scraped it, and dragged it to her mouth. She sucked off the end of her finger, taking a moment to taste, then swallow.

"I don't, uh ..." Ben stammered. "I don't usually do that."

Abbie scooped up some more come from her face and licked it off her hand. "What, have sex with hot women?"

"Ha," Ben scoffed. "No, I do that a lot. But I don't always, you know, pop on their face like this."

"Why not?"

Ben moved back and sat on the couch at Abbie's feet. "I don't know?"

Abbie sat up as well, next to Ben, still cleaning jizz off her face, licking it all up. "Do you like it?"

"I do."

"You should do the things you like."

Ben turned to her. "Is that your motto? Is that why you're here -- did you ... like this?"

Abbie laughed. "Yes. Yes! Of course I liked this. Couldn't you tell?"

"Yeah," Ben said with a chuckle. "It seems like you like it."

"I do." Abbie kept nodding. She put a hand on his arm. "Do I still have any of you on me?"

Ben looked at her. "Yeah, up here," he pointed at a spot above her eyebrow.

"Mm, thank you." Abbie touched it, wiped it up with her finger, and licked it off. "Delicious."