Cum on her face.

No. You can already tell you’re too far gone. Stacy’s willing submission – her desperation for it – it’s just too much. Any second now you’re going to tip over the edge and cum harder than you ever have before.

But maybe… maybe you can still push her a little further.

Without warning, you snatch her hair and yank back her head, ripping your throbbing prick out of her mouth. Stacy yelps, the pain briefly slipping past the lust that’s clouding her eyes.

“Slut,” you snarl, grasping your cock and working it one-handed inches from her face. “You’re a little fucking slut, Diamond.”

Stacy’s back into things immediately.

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, I’m a slut, I’m your slut-“

“Filthy little skank!”

“YES!”

“You know what I do to sluts like you? I cum all over their fucking faces, that’s what I do!”

She lets out a ****, passionate moan.

“Oh shit, yes. I want that. Cum on my face. Please, cum on my face, cum all over my filthy, slutty face…”

You think she’s still talking, but you don’t hear it. The orgasm doesn’t leave room for anything else. You cum so hard it almost blinds you. Thick white trails spray across her face – up over her chin and cheeks and lips, across her forehead, across her eyelids, catching in her lashes, spurting into her hair. By the time you’re done, she’s a mess. You drop down onto the couch and stare.

Holy shit, but Stacy looks good like that. She sinks back down in front of you, smiling dazedly.

“That… that was good, right? You liked it?”

It takes you a minute to answer.

“Yeah. Yeah, Stase. It was good.”

“Good.”

There’s a moment of warm, happy silence.

“Can I wipe the cum off? I. I want to taste it.”