Just keep jerking!

You don't slow your pace. You let his slick cock pump in and out of your fist.

"Come on, Mr. Wood," you encourage him. "Shoot that load for me."

His cock seems to get even harder and even veinier. You jack him at a steady pace, watching with interest as his balls tighten all the way and the flow of precum increases. The stroking makes a nasty and wet sound and you can smell the musty aroma of the juice flowing out of his dick.

"Oh!" He cries. "I'm doing it!"

"Cum for me, Mr. Wood!" You shout.

A wild spray of semen shoots out in all directions. Tiny droplets catch you on the lips and you lick them away as he begins to cum in earnest. You move your face to avoid the thick blast of sperm that follows. It sails over your shoulder and lands on the bed. The next blast hits you in your collar bone and slides down into your cleavage even as he pumps out three more thick bursts of cum across your tanktop and your tits.

The flow diminishes to a last drop that slides out and lands on your thigh. You give yourself a mental note to either stand well clear of all future loads or to catch them somewhere a bit less messy. You give Mr. Wood's wilting pecker one last stroke and a big pearl of cum emerges. You lick it clean from his dick.

"I can't believe you did that," he says, breathing heavily.

"It was a blast," you giggle, "but now I'm all messy."

"I'll get you a towel," he says, but you're still holding his softening cock in your hand.

"Can you just...?" He looks at your hand holding his dick.

You push your tits together with your shoulders and Mr. Wood stares at your cum-glazed cleavage.

Time to get cleaned up? Thank him and go as you are? Round 2?