No, Finish on Her Face.

“All good in here..mmm, thank you—ah though!” I could only mutter a few words in response.

Still, I pushed Bethany up and down my shaft, but slowly enough so that I could relish her wetness and the tightening of her throat as she began to convulse around my size. The clattering footsteps of the woman’s heels faded away and I picked up the pace of my ****.

Wet slurping sounds filled the bathroom like it was a symphony of heavy panting, sloppy gurgles, and deepening groans meant to perform in front of some great audience. I flexed my stomach and felt the tingling heighten to greater pressure and it was only until I hit my breaking point that I pulled myself free from her mouth. A grappled my shaft just behind the head and began jerking myself off at a rhythmic pace.

Bethany coughed several times as air could properly fill her lungs; it took her a moment, but she soon realized the prize she would receive. She opened her mouth wide and gently caressed my balls with both hands. I braced myself against the sink as shot after shot fired from my cock, in that moment I became a painter and my canvas had been properly primed to receive its masterpiece. The first two globs landed against her right eye and began to pool around her clenching eyelids, another went into her nostril, several fell into her open chasm, and another against her chin. When my work was finished, I leaned my head back and allowed her to take the reigns.

Bethany gripped with both her hands and began messaging my length, starting directly at my base and pulling slowly to the tip. Her mouth accepted the rest of what I had to offer, and she even took the time to kiss and nuzzle my balls one more time before lavishing in her conquest. Her face had been glazed over like a cake, she took a finger and ran it against the spot lingering around her eye. She scooped it up and brought it to her mouth and the lips puckered around the essence like it was some leftover dessert.

“I think we should try to do this again when we land in Mable.” Bethany said with her eyes now fully open. She had looked beautiful before, but with my cum layering her face—she looked even better. The offer was tempted, but she could sense my hesitance. “But, it’s alright if you don’t want to. If anything, this was a fun trip to have with a new acquaintance. But, maybe we could stop by the airport bathroom for one last time—I promise to let you cum wherever you want to.” She began rubbing her own sex gently, her hand ascended further up before running up and down her stomach.

She was such a little devil. And I appreciated her more because of it. I scooped up some of the cum and sucked the taste into my own mouth. Before I answered, I pressed my mouth into hers where our tongues battled and lashed against each other. It lasted for a bit, with my length aching to return to its previous attention. As much as I wanted to continue this elsewhere, would it be the right thing to do? How could I do this to Penny? The guilt began to cut me from all sides, but what was life without a bit of fun, besides, I could always hit up Bethany while I was in Mable, in case things became too tame for my interests.