Jimmy Gets Painted

There was ****. The bouncer pulled his cock away from Jimmy's mouth and jerked it once, twice...

Lois Lane could only watch as rope after sticky white rope flew through the air. They landed on the freckled cheeks, drizzled in the spiky orange eyebrows, splashed across the long thin nose. Jimmy didn't have the good sense to close his mouth, either...and the reporter saw the black cock descend and squirt out onto his teeth...his tongue...

Jimmy instinctively closed his mouth and swallowed. He made a face as the bouncer wiped his last dribble off on the young man's chin.

"Yeah, bitch. That's what I'm talkin' about. Y'all go on in. Bathroom to the right..."

Jimmy kept his eyes closed as Lois grabbed his arm and **** him to his feet. There was an expression on his face as though he was about to cry, and he quivered as the cum began to drip down his face. The reporter guided him through the back door...into a kind of antechamber before the bar proper. To her left was the Men's Room, and to her right was the Women's Room. Lois dragged Jimmy right.

She sat him on the toilet as she grabbed some toilet paper and began to clean off his face.

"Well, your makeup is a mess," Lois joked as she wiped and wiped at the sticky goo, in an effort to lighten the mood. "But you can borrow mine if you want."

His eyes opened. There were tears in them. Just looking at those blue eyes made Lois Lane feel like she'd kicked a dog...but she wasn't prepared for his next question.

"Could...could I try your lipstick?"