Facial

Your legs almost quiver from the pleasures you are receiving and you don't want it to stop but your will is strong, that and part of you knows that this will end soon enough regardless of your own lowly desires. So you pull yourself forth and dismount from the long black shaft, twisting as your mass of skirts falls back into place until you are kneeling before the wet rod.

You suddenly realise you hadn't planned far enough ahead, you don't know what to do next, your mind racing back to the image you saw before of the girl clutching the shaft, her hand running up and down its length as ropes of white jism covered her face. Your eyes flick across to the screen to see some other girl licking and jerking a cock through a wall. You thank you Lord for giving you the instruction you require to enact his will and within a scant few seconds of dragging yourself off the cock you have it in your hand.

You jerk it up and down with fervour, your head leaned back with your eyes watching the small hole at the end of the shaft. For a second you worry that you are squeezing the cock too hard, but you don't have time for such concerns. You feel the cock pulse, you can practically see the mans body shake and out of instinct you close your eyes just in time.

You don't know where the first jet landed. It all happened so fast. You just knew where it was when it was done. From your hairline to the corner of your mouth over your left eye; from your nose to your chin with splatters in your mouth and from your chin down your neck. And although you can't see or feel it you know that the front of your habit is also marked by his cream.

You have a moment of respite and relief as you realise you have received the blessing over your face as the Lord commanded. You are sure the Lord shall send you another sign.