On her stomach*

Your balls start to twitch, warning you they're about to explode. Quickly, you pull out and angle your cock down at her stomach. Your climax hits, and the first shot of cum erupts from your cock. It goes high and far, sailing between Vanessa's breasts and hitting her square in the chin. The second shot plasters against the underside of her tits. The third shot finally lands on her stomach where you intended it as you try to brace yourself on shaky knees, your head swimming with orgasmic pleasure as you unload the rest of your cum in a trail that leads right down to her slit. She wipes the jizz from her chin and watches it dribble down her fingers. Shrugging her shoulders, she licks the sticky spunk off her fingers and makes a disgusted face.

"Ugh, gross! I'm sorry, Mr. Jones. I've never tasted cum before," she says apologetically. She coughs and looks down at her messy self before looking back up at you and laughs. "I guess it's an acquired taste."

You laugh with her. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," you say as you help her to her feet. You're both a little unsteady and out of breath, but you manage to clean the mess off her stomach and tits before getting your clothes back on. Cleaned and dressed, you both embrace for one more hot melty kiss.

"Let's finish that laundry back at my house before your mom gets too suspicious," you say.

Vanessa's broad smile suddenly fades, "Oh, laundry. right," she says with a sigh.