More mess

Natasha stands up from the counter, legs still unsteady, and grabs a fistful of Ruby’s curly hair with far more force than necessary. She hauls the athletic woman up onto her knees in front of you, positioning her roughly so that Ruby’s face is level with the thick, leaking cock still in your hand.

“Listen carefully,” Natasha says, voice low and commanding, eyes locked on Ruby. “You spent months lying to me, turning me against my own husband, making me believe he was fucking that office whore so you could get between my legs. Now you get to stay right here and take the consequence. He is going to cum across your face. Every drop. You are going to keep your eyes open and your mouth shut unless I tell you otherwise. This is what you earn for every quiet story you fed me.”

She forces Ruby’s head forward by the curly hair until the wet, flushed face is only inches from your cock. Then Natasha reaches over with her free hand, cups the back of your neck, and pulls you into a kiss that is deeper and more passionate than anything she has given you in years. Her tongue meets yours without hesitation, soft body pressing close, the same mouth that spent months saying no now open and hungry against yours while she keeps Ruby positioned exactly where she wants her.

The combination is too much. The angry arousal, the sight of Ruby on her knees, the filthy authority in Natasha’s voice, and the unexpected heat of the kiss all crash together. You stroke faster, fist working the full 8.5 inches hard and tight. Natasha breaks the kiss just long enough to speak against your lips.

“Do it. Cum on her face. Make it messy. She deserves to wear it.”

You oblige.

The climax hits in heavy pulses. Thick ropes of cum stripe across Ruby’s forehead, her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, and her open lips. More lands in her curly hair where Natasha is still gripping it. You keep stroking through every spurt, painting her thoroughly while Natasha holds her in place and watches with dark, satisfied eyes. The mess drips down Ruby’s chin and onto her chest. She stays exactly where she was put, eyes open as ordered, taking the full load without pulling away.

Natasha does not release her grip until the last drops have fallen. She looks at the cum covering Ruby’s face, then back at you, and the new power still sits comfortably on her features. The kitchen is silent except for the sound of three people breathing hard, the floor still wet from Natasha’s earlier orgasm, and the clear evidence of what just happened cooling on Ruby’s skin.