Hank wants to cum on Lacy's face

"I'm going to blow it all over your face, and make you lick it off, gosh darnit!" Hank howled, staring at the ceiling. He was a man possessed. If Lacy had wanted to escape, she wouldn't have been able to. His hands were too strong. It was lucky that she didn't have any plans to get away from him.

"You can cum on my face," she promised. "And when you drive me home, you can cum inside me. Or pull out and cum all over my back. Anything you want, Hank. I'm all yours. Oh!"

He grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back. He wouldn't kiss her, she knew. Men like Hank didn't like to kiss the sluts they cheated with. But she was happy enough with the look on his face and the insane pounding he was giving her. She screamed and moaned and laughed and cried, enjoying every inch of married cock he could give her.

It was sudden when Hank pulled his cock out from her and **** her to her knees. She yelped at his roughness and bounced on her knees, almost falling flat on her face. Hank pulled her up again. He was masturbating furiously, and it was a sight to see. Lacy put her hands on his thighs and opened her mouth wide as he came all across her face.