Let him cum on your face

"Mmmmmm," you moan around Mr. Wood's stiffening prick as it slides in and out of your mouth.

You suck hard on his cock, hollowing your cheeks, eager to bring him to the edge. Your fist works up and down his shaft, pounding against his coarse pubic hair each time your wet mouth chases it down towards his balls. Your other hand massages his testicles. They tighten in your palm as Mr. Wood's cockhead swells in your mouth.

"I-I'm gonna," he warns and you heed him, pulling your mouth off his dick with a wet slurp.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Wood," you coo, looking up at him over his belly.

You stroke his juicy shaft with your hand.

"Spunk all over my face," you encourage him, aiming his cockhead at yourself. "Come on Mr. W, cover me with it."

"Ohhh!" He cries and thrust against your fist.

His cock spasms in your hand and a spray of tiny droplets of semen hits your lips. You tug his cock and are rewarded by a huge rope of yellow-white sperm that jets from his purple cockhead and splashes over your lips, across your nose, and onto your forehead.

"Yes, Mr. W," you moan with pleasure, "cum all over my face!"

His spunk is hot on your skin, but you don't have time to savor the first blast. Mr. Wood's cumming prick unleashes spurt after spurt of warm cream all over your face. Some lands between your parted lips, some spills across your flushed cheeks, and some dribbles down your chin.

You swallow the globs that fall across your tongue and continue stroking him until the last twitch deposits a pearl of sperm on your lower lip. You immediately cram his prick into your mouth and moan with pleasure as you suck and bathe his shrinking dick.

You can feel the gooey weight of his sperm all over your face and you know you must make quite a sight. As you suck his cock clean you glance over to gauge Mrs. Cleft's reaction to the raunchy show. Her hedge trimmer lies forgotten on the grass and her hand has disappeared into the waistband of her blue jeans.

With a last slurping sound and a satisfied gasp you release Mr. Wood's diminishing dick from your mouth and tuck it back into his pants.

"Oh my god," he laughs, "that was amazing."

"Thanks, Mr. W!" You exclaim and stand up.

"I really had a lot of, uh," he examines your sperm-covered face, "I mean, do you need a towel?"

"Nah," you reply as his thick cum oozes slowly down your cheeks. "I've gotta get going."

You slide back into your pyjama pants as he watches in shock and then you bounce merrily out of his garage with your face still painted with his load. You turn back to him in his driveway and wave.

"If you need anything else, Mr. W, just stop by my house!" You wiggle your fingers and walk back across the street in the direction of your house...and Mrs. Cleft.