Apply her makeup

A little later I was spurting my morning load into the throat of the librarian. Her face was smeared in crimson lipstick, that I had applied crudely to her face, definitely not managing to color within the lines. Aaaahh that felt good.

When I withdrew, she took a minute or two to cough and clear her throat before she could speak. I helped her to her feet.

Miss Jones wore a high necked blouse with a pink cardigan over it and a little string of pearls. Very prim and proper, but as per directions, she was also in a tight leather miniskirt with a zip the whole length of the back of it. Underneath, her legs were fishnetted and she was 6 inches taller when she regained her feet due to the size of the black patent stilettoes she wore. The neatness, if mismatched somewhat of her clothing was contracted by the current complete fuck up of her face. Her lipstick was everywhere, even on her nose, mixed together with cum, saliva and snot that had come out her nose while she was being facefucked. Globs of mixed goo stuck to her hair and a little drop was running down her chin and heading towards her blouse.

"Thank you Miss Jones, please feel that you have provided a very useful, professional service for a librarian and look forward to doing it again whenever possible."

She smiled, looking immensely proud, through the mess on her face.

"Thack, ugh", she cleared her throat, "thank you sir!"

"Come on, We've got places to go."

"Should I wipe my face first?"

"No, no time. Please leave it like that".