Drizzle...

"Aw, fuck!! fff....." you muffle the rest as you fill the condom, pumping wildly in Paulina's cunt. She gives little tight whines of pleasure, and Jenna is rapturously watching your face, pinching her own nipples as she drinks in your pleasure.
"Yes...yes baby..." she says softly. She smiles, despite her tears.
"Are...you ready for your reward, Jenna?" You pull out, and the little balloon filled with cum hangs from your wilting cock. Paulina falls face first onto the couch, panting. You ignore her. Jenna is all that matters. The stripper may as well not exist, for you.
"Yes, sir."
"Close your eyes..." Jenna does, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. "...and your mouth, Jenna."
"What..." her eyes open, confused.
"Don't make me tell you twice." You slowly pull the condom off. You dropped a pretty big load in it, and you cradle it in your hands.
"Sorry....sir..." she complies, and you slowly drizzle the load onto her pretty face as she whimpers.
"That's right Jenna. This is your reward. You get to show everyone how owned you are. You get to wear my cum as a badge of honor." The cum drips along her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, across her lips, and hangs from the edge of her chin, running down her neck. She opens her eyes, and reflexively reaches up to wipe her face before correcting herself. You smear the cum across her forehead so it won't drip in her eyes, and mix it with her tears on her cheeks. It's unmistakable that there's something on her face. Most will know what it is, but no one would say anything.
"Stand up."
Jenna rises, pulling her dress back up over her tits. She looks afraid: she doesn't know if she can handle walking out there with your jizz on her face for the world to see, but she still wants to please you.
"Damn..." Paulina is redressing, and counting her money. "I've seen some fucked up shit in my time...but you two...."
"Jenna..what do you say to this nice stripper?" You turn her to face Paulina.
"Th...thank you for fucking my husband. Thank you for making him feel good. When my husband is happy...I am happy." And she smiles.
"Wow. All I can say is...any time, sweetie." she laughs, and you hand her an extra $50 tip.
The walk to the car is an enjoyable one for you. You deliberately walk slowly, taking in the sights and sounds. Several men openly snicker when they see Jenna's face, and her embarrassment is plain on her face. Karen spies you two from her spot, and when she sees what's on Jenna's face, her jaw drops, but she says nothing, only waving.
"We're going to get a hotel room. You two okay to get home?"
Jack is enjoying a lapdance and not even looking at you. Karen laughs. "We'll be just fine. See you two in the morning." She winks.
Once you get out to the sidewalk, Jenna shudders with relief. The cum is making lines down her cheeks and neck, now, reaching all the way to her cleavage with one of the droplets. It's intensely erotic.
"You're such a good girl! I'm so proud of you, Jenna." You kiss her lips passionately. You can taste your cum, and you don't care.
"Thank you sir. May I serve your pleasure in any other ways tonight?"
"Oh, absolutely, Jenna. We aren't nearly done yet."