Give her makeup.

As I was bearing on the last thrusts I pulled her head off of my cock, one hand still gripping her pink hair.

I began to shoot jets of my cum all over her face, ruining her makeup (and realizing for the first time that her mascara was everywhere…)

I watched as heavy ropes landed across her forehead, in her hair - both shaved side and long, all over her nose and one landed right on her tongue as she tried to pull back..

I let out a breath. Turned the recording off and put it in my pocket.

Chantal was heaving in gasps of breath, saliva trailing from my cock to her face.

She tried to speak, and it came out rough. Tried again - a little more raspy than her usual tone. “Where’s the bathroom?”

I gestured to the door to the left.

I shook my head, glanced at Liz - covered head to toe in saliva and lightly glazed with my cum as it dribbled down from the head.

I heard the washroom sink running and knew she was washing her face.

There was something important I was going to do.. what was it?

I glanced to the bedside table on my right and saw the catcher. “Ah yes” I thought to myself.

I switched it to the Emerald slide and focused on the cocksleeve still resting on my desk nearby. Saw the Sigils flare up as it was selected.

I got up, letting my semi hard cock swing, giving Liz an upside down and somewhat cum glazed view of the world.

When Chantal stepped out of the bathroom, wringing her wet hair out, her face almost devoid of makeup but the mascara still running with her eyes slightly red. She was complaining “You jerk! You got it in my hai-“ She froze as I swung the Catcher round. Making sure to slot the Sapphire in place.

“One Week.” I said.

And hit the button.