Facial

You just watched it happen on the screen and as he said those words you suddenly wanted to try that for yourself. Your first thought is to kneel down in front of him like on the screen, but with his arms crossed in front of you and legs in the way you know that'll take a little more planning and time. At that moment you feel his cock start to spasm. He wasn't kidding when he said he's about to cum.

You push his arm aside as you just bend over the seat, the first jet of cum already firing up his t-shirt, your mouth hovering over his cock as the second fires off at an irregular angle, grazing your cheek before splatting on his shirt, a third strikes your lips and teeth and you can just taste the vaguely levels of his seed. The rest drools out of his prick, down his cock and over your hand. His t-shirt and hairy groin receiving more of it than your face. He mumbles.

"Wow, erm. Thanks. Are you close? I should probably clean this up."

The poor bloke is dazed and confused, you slide your cum coated hand across his t-shirt before licking the rest. Some girls don't like the taste but you've never minded it. You decide to be polite and whisper back.

"It's alright honey. I think I can take it from here. You clean that mess up."

The fumbles is softening cock into his messy pants with a grimace and heads out of the theatre and in that second a thought flashes across your mind. One down, four to go.