Cum on her face

Your heart is pumping the adrenaline through your body and the blood is roaring in your ears. The insolent young brown girl who thought she'd be able to get you fired is now pressed up against a window, her pert brows breasts squeezed against the cold glass as her former friends and allies are watching you ram her from behind.

Deciding to put up a real and proper show for them you slide out of Zariya, making her whine with disappointment. You immediately punish her with another slap to her shapely round butt, and she yelps in compliance. It seems that you've still got to work on her manners.

Zaria slides down onto the floor, her quivering body unable to support itself properly. She's murmuring incoherently where she lies, and you can see how her lips trembles and how her begging eyes are turned up to towards you. The anger and power has all but vanished from her being, leaving her in a state of bliss. She's not angry anymore, there's no cause left to fight for. Her feminist group will never have her back, not after this.

Somewhere in the back of her mind a strange thought makes itself heard. "I'm free." It says through the haze, and perhaps that's why she doesn't resist when you grab her long black hair and pull her up.

Zariya's on her knees in front of the window now, held by the hair in front of your member. It towers over the formerly so feisty brown girl, who now can't help but smile a dumb smile up at it. You begin to stroke yourself, pumping your cock as you feel your climax approaching. You rapidly breathe, staring down at the cute young face in front of you. In her eyes you see a mix of fear and lust, and when Zariya opens her mouth to extend her pink tongue you immediately climax.

Thick, gooey ropes of cum shoots all over Zariya's face. Her cheeks, her hair and even her tongue is coated in the sticky white stuff. She whimpers as you spend yourself over her but doesn't try to pull away. All she does is to close her eyes and submit to her new place in life. The warm cum trickles down her brown face, slowly running down and coating her in it.

Yanking on her hair you throw her aside like Zariya's nothing more than a discarded sex toy, leaving her in a messy pile of semen and her own lewd juices. Down below the feminists have begun chanting, mean and hurtful slogans condemning their former leader.

There's gentle sobbing coming from Zariya where she lies, and you look over at her. "Don't cry girl. You've got nothing to be sad about." You say brusquely.

"It's just that..." She begins, pushing herself up on one elbow. Hot warm tears are streaming down her face, mixing with your cum. "It's just that I'm so happy!" She cries, breaking out into uncontrollable sobs.

You gently pat her head. Another girl added to your collection.