There’s still her face to cover

“I’m not done yet, Kimberly. You face doesn’t have anything on it yet.”

I stood up and she rolled onto her back again, holding her bikini top against her breasts with one arm. With the other hand she put her sunglasses on the side table.

“Close your eyes,” I said, “otherwise it might sting.”

She did so. I dropped my swimsuit to the ground and stepped out of it. I took my hard cock in my hand as I straddled her lounge chair. My palm was nice and moist from all the lotion. It felt even better than dry humping against her ass. I pumped my hand up and down my cock. I made long, steady strokes and slowly got faster and faster.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

“Just making sure I’ve got enough to cover your whole face,” I said. The slick sounds of jerking off wouldn’t bother her as long as I didn’t want them too.

“That’s good attention to detail, Mikey, well done. There’s nothing worse than a man who can’t finish a job he starts.”

I started breathing heavily. She kept on talking.

“And it’s especially good that you’ve lasted this long. Women hate it when a man can’t last until she’s gotten everything she needs from him. Popping off too early. Or only thinking about themselves.”

I felt my orgasm building bigger and bigger.

“So here I am. Right at the end. And you’ve done so well.”

Faster and faster my hand went.

“But there’s one more thing I need, Michael. I need you to cover my face.”

I rubbed my balls with my free hand. They were pulled close to my body.

“Could you do that for me. Please? I need it so badly. And I need it all. Everything you can give me.”

I was right there at the edge. I just wanted her to push me over.

She opened her eyes and looked me right in the eye. She winked and said, “Give it to me, Michael.”

I stopped holding back. My orgasm rocked through my whole body as five thick strands of cum shot directly onto her face. She asked to be covered and I made good on that request. Her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her smiling mouth, and her once again closed eyes were dripping with my semen.

Kimberly wasted no time in rubbing it into her skin with her fingers.

“That’s exactly how it’s meant to be done,” she said.

“Thanks… for the lesson,” I managed to get out in between heaving breaths.

I lied down in the lounge chair next to her. She and everything else around me started to fade out as I drifted off into a deeper, emptier sleep until morning.

The End