Cum on her face

I pull out of Cynthia's mouth with a popping sound, barely in time as I grunt, announcing my orgasm. My cock pulses in the cool air, spraying my pungent cum across Cynthia' pretty face. I let go of Cynthia and step back, watching as she slumps on the floor floor. I chuckle at the mess I've made of her, grab my pants and leave the bathroom, my semi-erect dick swinging back and forth as I walk, Cynthia's spittle covering my dick and crotch making my dick glisten.

I go to the living room and put some porn on the TV while she finishes gets ready. My eyes wander between the action on screen and Cynthia getting up, finding a towel and cleaning herself up before removing the smeared makeup and then reapplying it, finally squeezing into a little black dress.

When the doorbell rings, announcing John's arrival, I turn the TV off. Cynthia comes out of the bathroom and heads straight to the door.

"Have a nice date with your cuck boyfriend," I say.