He cums all over your face

"You like cumming around my big hard dick?" Mr. Crassle taunts. "Does your little teenage pussy just explode when my...ahhh...when my dick is inside you."

"Mmmmmmm," you counter into the gag.

His prick slurps in and out of your pussy, rock hard and throbbing with excitement. You're so well lubricated that even his rough thrusting is starting to feel good, but you fight against the pleasure. You know it's not your fault, but you hate yourself each time his pubic hairs tickle against your clit.

Mr. Crassle reaches up and grabs your breasts as he is fucking you. They jiggle in his hands with each powerful thrust. He teases and tweaks your nipples and then leans forward to lick and suck them again.

His cock swells inside you and his breathing becomes more ragged and excited.

"Oh fuck, that hot little snatch is gonna make me blow my load," he grunts, fucking your even harder.

He pulls back and slides his cock out of your pussy. Your eyes widen in shock as he climbs unsteadily to his feet and stands above your face, jerking his purple cockhead.

"Ahhhh!" He cries and you watch the underside pump and then his cock spews out a yellowish rope of semen that splashes on your cheek.

You clench your eyes shut just in time as the second spurt of cum splatters on your eyelid. In a matter of seconds he's pumped out a heavy load all over your face. His hot sperm oozes down your forehead, across your cheeks, and dangles from the tip of your nose. You can taste it on your lips and you know it's soaking into the wadded up panties that fill your mouth.

"Ain't that a sight," Mr. Crassle comments as he stroke a final droplet of cum out of his dick.

He wipes the pearl of semen across your upper lip and then bounces his dick on your cheeks, splashing the gooey puddles of cum.

"Yeah," he groans appreciatively. "I painted quite a pretty picture."

He laughs and pulls on his pants. He gives you a last wink and walks out of the stall whistling. The door bounces open, exposing your terrible shame to anyone that might walk past. You struggle frantically with his necktie wondering if you will escape before someone finds you on the floor.