... slid under it (Facial)

A moment later a fat gush of seed erupted from the pulsing tip. It didn't have much pressure, yet it managed to land right on her forehead and a little on her left cheek.
Rayla, though, didn't even think about dodging. She just kept on nuzzling and kissing Fynn's cock while accompanying his release with her hands, massaging both his ballsack and his shaft.
The boy mewled, rewarding her with an undue amount of seed that dribbled steadily down a little everywhere on her face, on her nose, on her eyelids, and down along his own shaft too. The taste was similar to that of the greenish liquid, but not quite the same.
Rayla couldn't say it was pleasant, she couldn't say it wasn't either.

She kept on licking and kissing, scooping a little more of it with her tongue every time.
"Oh my, Rayla, you're so good a this!"
"That's unfair! How is it that the fatso gets the special treatment?"
She noticed with the corner of her eye that Edrig and Tilor were watching her and that they were masturbating while doing so. Their cocks were again hard as rocks.
That wasn't good, was it? She was doing all this so that they would stop pestering her.
They would be soon asking for help again, making her some unreasonably lewd request.
Three times already they had relived their pressure yet it didn't look like it at all.
Their stamina was unreasonable. Clearly, it was one of the effects of Claudia's potion.
Rayla wondered when it would finally wear off.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts she didn't even notice that Fynn's orgasm was over.
When she realized that she was licking his cock for no reason, she immediately stopped.
She had cleaned most of the seed off of it already though.
"Wow, Rayla, that was awesome. Can you do it again?"
She smiled uncomfortably noticing that Fynn's cock had not gone soft. Her face was plastered with his seed, yet it was still throbbing in her hand.
"Pleeease?" he insisted.