He comes on her face (mostly)

“Her face,” you mumble, “her face.” You were pushed to an awful choice, but you chose. This way you could see the damage, and treat the whole thing like an out-of-body experience, a porno that everyone could shower off and remember only when the mood took them. And hey, you thought, it might even be sexy.

You didn’t have long to process your decision, as Chris’ urges came to a violent head. “Oh fuck babe it’s coming. You heard him, you’re gonna take it, urgh, on your face.” Obediently, Jess yanked Chris out of her mouth and pumped his shaft with frenzy; his eyes rolled back, his cock swelled, and he cried out, “Oh fuck yeah!” A thick spurt arced from his penis and rained over Jess’ hair; her arm didn’t skip a beat but she raised her head to cover his erupting tool from your view, and for the long moments that followed you could only imagine the damage he was doing as he continued to grunt, eyes unfocused.

“Oh wow,” whispered Jess, once her elbow and Chris’ noises had slowed almost to a halt. She turned around casually, half-resting her head on his knee, sitting with her knees up at the foot of the couch. “Thanks baby, that was intense but think we’ve got it out of our system now. Thanks for understanding. I love you.” It was surreal how coolly she spoke, given not only what you’d already seen but what you were now seeing: your girlfriend looking you in the eye and telling you she loved you while splattered crown to chin with your roommate’s baby batter. The longest, wettest streak – the one you’d seen him ejaculate at the outset of his orgasm – had begun to liquify, dribbling down her nose and onto her lips (where, you noticed, the trail ran suspiciously dry). “Hey honey, can you go get me some tissue,” she asked softly, adding the unnecessary, “just so I can wipe my face?”