Your face

Andrew suddenly yanks his cock out of you. You gasp as warm cum shoots out and hits you in the face. You can feel it dripping off your chin and down your chest. You slowly open your eyes only for more to land across you.

You gulp and look down at yourself. How were you suppose to go back inside after this?

There’s a sudden yank on your hair that makes you cry out. Andrew grabbed your ponytail and was now using your hair to wipe himself clean.

“Andrew!” you gasp and try to yank your hair back. He lets you.

“Damn, that was good, Jane.” He grins down at you. Suddenly he whips out his phone and a flash goes off almost immediately.

The bastard just took a picture!

“What the hell are you doing?!” you shout and jump to your feet.

“Memento.” He rolls his eyes at you before slipping his phone back into his pocket. He looks at you and grins, his eyes raking up and down your cum covered body. “I can’t wait to see what you do next.”

“W-What do you mean?”

Andrew goes over to where your shirt is and picks it up. He examines it for a moment before he grabs it by the side seam and pulls. You watch in horror as your shirt is torn down the side all the way to the armpit.

“What are you doing?! Why would you do that?!”

He tosses the shirt at you. You stumble to catch it.

“See you at school tomorrow, Jane.” As he passes you to go back inside the house, he smacks your ass.

You yelp and glare at him as he goes inside.

You glance at the shirt then around the backyard.