The Bathroom

Deciding against exploring with a full-on boner, and just about ready to burst, he pushed his way into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it behind him. He stood over the toilet, pulled down his pants, whipped out his cock, and immediately began to masturbate. He closed his eyes and let his imagination go where it wanted to.

He was in a bedroom. He was naked. Cleopatra knelt in front of him. She too was nude. Her breasts were large and shaped like teardrops. Her hips were wide and her waist was skinny. Her legs were long and defined perfectly from his memory. Her eyes were fierce and penetrating, as if she'd be able to see straight through any lie he told. Her hands held her breasts close together as he thrust his cock against her cleavage. That same smirk she had at dinner played across her lips as his moans and grunts filled the room. God what a beautiful face she had. What a stunning pair of lips. What silky blonde hair. As beautiful as she looked, he think he liked the look of her better when she was covered in cum. With one last thrust and groan, John climaxed, and load after load of hot sticky cum shot across her face, landing in her eyes, covering her cheeks and chin and bridging across her lips, slowly dripping into her mouth...

He opened his eyes as he suppressed a groan in real life, shooting his sperm down the toilet. He caught his breath, flushed, washed his hands for at least twenty seconds, then left the bathroom to return to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.