Beg to feel it on your skin

Crassle pounds his prick in and out of your ass, filling you up with his hot meat and then sliding it back out again, slapping against your ass hard enough to shake the car. You moan with every thrust feeling completely exposed and at the mercy of the old man as he fucks you from behind.

"That tight little ass is going to make me cum," Crassle warns. "You want that, baby? You want some cum in your ass?"

"Oh god," you moan, "I want to feel it all over me. Shoot it all over me."

Crassle laughs and slams into your ass even harder. It feels like he's going to split you in half. It also feels amazing. Suddenly the fullness is gone and Crassle pulls his cock completely out of you with a pop.

"Turn around, baby," he says and you turn so your head is resting on the seat of the car and your naked body, at an angle, is displayed for him.

He stands over you, a foot on either side of your hips as he strokes his cock and aims it at your curves. You push your tits together, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue.

"That's right baby, you look so hot. You ready for this?"

"Give it to me," you answer

Crassle groans and leans back a bit. His cock explodes and launches a long, white rope of cum over your tits and onto your face. The hot spunk splatters across your tongue, your lips, and covers one of your eyes in sticky sperm. Crassle blasts rope after rope of hot jizz all over your body, covering your face thoroughly so that you can't even see out of your eyes.

By the time the old man is done spunk drips from your chin, covers your tongue, and fills your mouth. Crassle catches the cum dripping off your chin and guides it into your mouth with a finger. You swallow it and suck his finger clean, though you still can't open your eyes.

"Let me get you a towel for that," Crassle says.

You sit, naked and covered in spunk, waiting for the old man to clean off your face. You hear him fidgeting in the car. A moment later you hear a click and can see a flash. Then another.

"What the hell?"

"Just comemorating this moment, sweetie," Crassle says in a sleazy voice. "Need this one for the scrapbook."

You hear another click and a bright flash of light. He's taking pictures of you!

"I can make a whole website for you," he says.