he's above me.

I've narrowly missed the coffee table.

Chris doesn't miss a beat though. He's got one knee next to my face. On the other side is his foot. He looms over me, his dick in one hand. The other is on the table holding his body up.

I open my mouth again. First he just bounces it off my nose and chuckles.

I haven't stopped working my clit. When he finally pushes back into my mouth, I feel my orgasm building. He bounces up and down holding me firmly in place with his now free hand on my forehead. I'm not going anywhere unless he wants me to.

He picks up right where he left off, not giving me any time to adjust to the new position. From this angle I can feel his balls smack my face even though I'm now able to take him all the way.

It turns out it isn't that important though. He's moaning more and throws his head back. Chris yanks himself out and starts stroking with both hands.

The first rope was a streak across my forehead. I try my best to catch the second in my mouth but get most of it in my eye. The third and how ever many more after that, Chris is able to aim into me. I'm definitely not able to keep it all in though. He shoots so much that it's dripping out of my mouth. I sit up and try to swallow, but it's was too much. Most of it ends up spewing out of my mouth and down Ben's shirt.

Getting blasted in the face like that pushes me over the edge as well. I double over on my side. My stomach muscles begin to contract I'm cumming so hard.