On her chest

The pleasure of Veronica on my shaft was driving me crazy, and I knew the end was near. Suddenly a surge of power flowed from my ring finger, quickly filling me with an energy I'd never felt before. "Paint your tiny tits, bitch." I demanded, another surge of **** nearly brought me to my knees, but I grabbed Veronica's head for support, inadvertently forcing her down my entire shaft and pushing me over the edge. Thanks to my command, Veronica's body pulled away from me, releasing my cock into her shallow cleavage. She drew in a shuddering breath, dazed by the quick lack of oxygen. Luckily her hands were on auto pilot, expertly squeezing and aiming my load all over her chest, neck, and even face. The way her body seemed to relish every splash of cum betrayed her looks of disgust. Before she was finally given control again, she slowly started to massage my cum into her skin, shivering with arousal despite her obvious protests.

"What. The. Hell!" panicked Veronica. "How did you make me do that, you pervert? Did you **** me??"she accused, thankful to be storming toward the kitchen phone. My legs finally buckled and I fell into the couch, my entire being ached and throbbed with a power, I figured, must be from this Ring.

"Well done, Ringmaster." I heard from above my head. I opened my eyes to see a gorgeous face framed by white hair and wonderful cleavage spilling towards me, smushed together between her arms. "Past Ringmasters usually break after that much power use. You channel it well. Mayyyybe chill for a little while though. Don't wanna find your limits the hard way." She reassuringly patted my shoulder. "You shirt's looking a little tight, btw. Maybe we should hit the mall to practice your new powers." She suggested playfully, like we were best friends planning a weekend.

"I SAID LEAVE, WEIRDO!!" I heard a shriek from the kitchen. "Unless you planned on getting arrested today."