In a brief squirt, he’s done with me

My wavering breath in my throat comes out as a loud sigh, along with a string of drool. I ignore it, too focused on my bottom half to care about the mess of my upper half. I’m only partially aware of Master’s cock roughly shoved in front of my face as he jerks his cock furiously before me. He seems to like my warm breath on his dick, but he seems too wrapped up in his own masturbation to ask me to do anything else.

Master stiffens and shoves his hips forward, bucking at my face like a horny dog. A small rope of warm semen shoots across my face, arcing from just above my chin, over my nose, and across one eyelid before trailing back down my cheek to end in a small glob which dangles just off the side of my chin. I flinch, but take the facial without complaint. If anything, the hot spunk on my cheek edges me closer to orgasm, I can feel it coming, god I hope he lets me cum soon, it feels so good-

“Holy fuck, stop there, whew that was hot!” Master halts my **** pussy-mashing with just a few words. I plead with my eyes, unable to complain about my diminishing lust. Master wobbles and slumps to the floor, exhausted but satisfied with his emptied balls. I, on the other hand, am both exhausted and yet still aching to release. I still my hands, feeling my pussy-juice ebb between my fingers like sand through a sieve. All that, and I didn’t even get to squirt?