Cum in Cynthia's mouth before letting her go

As Cynthia trails a finger along my shaft, I grab her hand. "Don't thank me yet," I say, grinning, "I haven't given you your starter course yet. On your knees." I quickly pull my pants down, still holding firmly onto her hand and start pumping my dick with the other.

"Joshua," Cynthia complains, "John is just outside the door. Can't this wait?"

"No, it can't. I'm gonna cum in about three seconds and it can either be all over your pretty face or you can open your mouth and be grateful I feed you," I say, chuckling. I see color rush to Cynthia's cheeks as I speak. My harsh words gets her excited and she quickly gets on her knees and opens her mouth, the head of my dick hovering less than an inch from her face as I continue to stroke myself. With a groan I announce my orgasm and I feel Cynthia's lips clasp around my cockhead as my dick begins to pulse, pumping out the load of baby batter.

Once I'm spent, I step back, a smear of red lipstick on the tip of my dick. Aside having a mouthful of cum, that Cynthia proudly shows off to me, there is no indication of what happened, not a hair out of place, not even her lipstick is smudged. I smirk down at her and nod, saying, "Bon appétit." With trained ease, Cynthia swallows my load. I pull my pants back up as she gets to her feet. I give her a hard spank as she turns towards the door.