He cums on face & tits

Jen's lips slid further down, the pressure became unbearable, and Craig's body tensed, his muscles rigid with anticipation. With a deep, guttural groan, he erupted, his cum shooting into Jen's mouth. She pulled back slightly, allowing the first spurts to land on her face, streaking her cheeks and nose. Her hands still gripped the base of his cock, milking every last drop as he continued to pulse. Jen's eyes locked onto Craig's, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction reflected in her gaze. She leaned back, his cum glistening on her face and dripping onto her large breasts. Craig's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his hands releasing their grip on the bedframe.

Craig's final spasms subsided, Jen leaned back, her face glistening with the remnants of his climax, her breasts smeared with the sticky evidence of their passion. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the dim light cast long shadows across their bodies. Unseen in the closet, Wendy's breath caught in her throat as she watched, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch. Her hand slid down her body, her fingers parting her slick folds as she pressed against the wall, trying to stifle a moan.