My eyes widened, and my hand dashed back down into my panties, the need in his eyes setting me off again. "Ohhh fuuuuccckkkk do it do it do it. I wanna see just how much c*m you can get on me before I have to shower." With a grunt, he started to stroke again, but... "Wait. Come up here."
There was a little bit of room on the couch by my head, and I had him kneel there. That c**k loomed over my face, intimidating as hell. "You want me to c*m from this direction?" He asked.
"Mhmm. I'm not gonna suck it, but you can drag it across my face like I'm a f*****g c*m drunk harlot. I might lick those big balls. I dunno. But I wanna feel them on my face as you cum." I pulled the waistband of my panties out, so he could see my mound, my blonde pubic hair. "This is your target. Hit it from there, Jon
