FACIAL

Sydney had taken your load right down her throat, however reluctantly, so it would be fair to give Zendaya the same treatment. But this whole competition was quite literally a farce, so you could do whatever you wanted. And all you really wanted was to paint the Spider-Man: Homecoming star with a thick layer of cum on national TV. You pull her up off of your throbbing dick, holding back as best you can from blowing at that moment. She pops up and looks at you with eyebrows raised, mouth still in a sexy oval, and chest heaving from exertion.

"On your knees, slut," you growl, and she smiles back at you, descending to a kneel without another word. You somehow get your brain to connect a few unoccupied neurons, and rise to your feet. Your dick is so hard it points almost angrily at Zendaya's face, as she licks her lips invitingly. Before you can provide more instruction, her hands grip your shaft and begin pumping, aimed directly at her open mouth, tongue wagging invitingly.

"Give it to me," she implores in a throaty whisper. "Coat this sexy face in cum..." She closes her eyes and purses her lips to gently kiss your tip while still swiftly pumping.

"FAC-IAL! FAC-IAL! FAC-IAL!" the crowd chants in booming unison as the host pumps them up. Your toes curled and uncurled into the carpeted floor, orgasm bearing down forcefully on the gates of your resolve. Your body tenses into full rigidity with your arms straight at your sides. Your mouth opens into a yell that crescendos as you finally feel release.

"ARGGHHHHHHHH!" you yell over the din of the fanatical observers. Cum explodes from your dick and plasters Zendaya's marketable face directly between the eyes with a comical SPLAT. The volleys continue, fast and furious, painting her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. Despite her obscured view, her arms continue to flex as she milks all that she can out of your well-spent dick.

Understandably exhausted, you collapse back onto the sofa behind you softly mumbling "oh my fuck," under your breath. The crowd continues to cheer as Zendaya turns to show the Pollack she's painted on her face, her brown skin the perfect canvas for the opaque ropes of thick semen. She preens for the camera like she's showing off her new makeup line, blowing flirty kisses to her adoring, roaring public.

But she can't bask for long before the curtains open....