Over him

You aren't quite sure why, maybe it was because you weren't sure what to do, maybe it was because you didn't want it in your mouth or over your face, maybe it was because his own fingers had failed to even vaguely get close to making you cum yourself. But the result was the same, you just kept jerking his cock, feeling it pulse around your fingers until the cum lumbered out of the end.

It didn't fly up dramatically, instead hitting half way up his t-shirt and dribbling down, covering your hand with cum in the process. He seemed shocked and in an odd sort of way him stopping his lazy administrations had a pleasure in it's own right. He looked down at his cum covered chest and then back to you and back again before whispering.

"What did. Why. What am I going to do now?"

"Well I thought it was what you wanted, it's not like you did anything to stop it. Right?"

You whisper back with a shrug as you drag your semen stained hand across his t-shirt to return his seed to him. He looks left and right, quickly stands and leaves the theatre whilst blushing. Your eyes catch 'Jeremy' who quickly pulls his hand out of his pants and looks back at the screen. It now showing the housewife talking to a younger woman in an unconvincing school girls uniform. You lean back into the seat and stroke your kitty again, watching the action and the men jerk themselves off to it.