My Face

Gabrielle tightens her grip in my hair further as her cock pulses, watching my mouth slide down to her hilt. My eyes fixed on hers, she watches as my mouth slides up her pulsing shaft. Then she pulls my hair, grabbing her cock quickly, stroking.

I kneel with her hand in my hair, as she aims her cock at my face. She strokes fast and hard, until the first rope of her jism surges from her cock. The long, thick stream of white stripes my face, as she continues to aim, seemingly to avoid my eyes.

Thirteen stripes in all, a load only marginally smaller than Amy's, soon covers my face, as she looks down at me. Gabrielle, her eyes still on mine, beams with satisfaction at her painting, as she wipes the crown of her cock off across one dry spot.

“Fucking beautiful,” Gabrielle purrs with contentment, before using my hair to dry herself off. My hands raise automatically to my face, rubbing her cum in as she watches. She's smirking smugly, but in my mindless state, it simply doesn't register.

When my face is clean and dry again, and feeling silky from the protein treatment, she nods. “I suppose I should wake you. You've been very satisfactory, faggot. I know you're kind of mindless right now, but, don't worry, I'll tell Amy good things.”

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Here the story converges with Gabrielle waking me up in Chapter 9: Yes.