He shoots a biiiig load. (+Karma)

James began to curse softly... "Beth..." his whisper was quiet but insistent. For her part, Beth was laser focused on his cock and balls, eagerly waiting to see his cum burst out from the tip. A few more seconds, and burst it did.
"Ahhhhh....hhhh!" James's moan was bass and multisyllabic, and the load that shot from his cock was copious. He shot long ropes of the white stuff an incredible distance, and Beth flinched as some of the warm liquid splashed her face.

"Ah....Wow..." Beth could feel the jizz drip over her jawline and down her neck. {if Shame < 50
}She resisted the urge to gather it up with a finger and taste it. {endif
}"You...were really backed up, huh?"
"Yeah...." James's head fell back against the pillow. "Fuck." Beth glanced around for something to clean up the mess, settling on one of her hand towels. It was for wiping off excess oil, not jizz. Oh, well. Once she finished cleaning him up, Beth excused herself to the bathroom to clean her own face.
When she entered the bathroom, and saw her face in the mirror, with the single line of James's cum snaking down one side of her face and neck, she gripped the sink with both hands.
{if Shame > 49
}What the actual fuck was that?
J...just doing my job. {if Shame > 69
}
That is NOT your job!
Well,{else
}Besides... {endif
}it's a one time thing.
Yeah, he's never going to expect that again. Sure.
{elseif Shame > 29
}We giving happy endings, now? You're going to lose your damn license.
Oh, hush. It was a one time thing.
Oh, sure. Because he's never going to expect that again.
{else
}Damn...I love how that looks...and feels... she wiped up the quickly drying jizz with a finger and tasted it. Mmm. Doesn't taste bad, either.
Alright, slut. Clean yourself up before you lose your fucking license.
{endif
}
When Beth emerged from the bathroom, Mr. Hardy had his pants and shirt on and was drinking a red sports drink from the fridge. Beth began packing her equipment, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
"How do you feel. Mr. Hardy?"
"Beth I feel 100% better..." his eyes were full of guilt, though. "But... you're...that wasn't..."
"Strictly business, Mr. Hardy." she tried to be nonchalant, though her face was probably as red as a beet.
"Yeah...s..strictly business...." He cleared her throat, "Are you free for a session tomorrow?"
"I don't do sessions on Saturday, Mr. Hardy. I'm sorry." She and Brian had a few wedding things to do as well.
"I can make it worth your while." He handed her the money for the session... and an extra $50. "For going above and beyond." He said when she held up the fifty.
"I...I'll see if I can swing it..."
"Any time of the day you have, I'm flexible..."
{if Shame < 50
} So am I{if Shame < 30
}, Mr. Hottie.{else
}-.-{endif
}{else
}Beth swallowed hard. Ok. Time to GO!
{endif
}Beth exited Mr. Hardy's house, unaware of the glob of his cum that had landed in her hair, small enough not to be noticed, but large enough to emanate the faint, but unmistakable scent of semen.