Chapter 910

• A final stroke, and even Eric was amazed at the volume he produced, the intensity of his orgasm. Pausing his action to aim toward my awaiting mouth, He shot forth a torrent of semen hitting me directly upon my lips. Much of his first spurt entered my mouth, before resuming his masturbating, coating the rest of my face, a rope running from forehead to chin. My nose dripped with a snot-looking thread of cum, my tongue protruding to catch and display the last of Eric's present.
• "Ugh, shit," Eric gasped as the last of his sperm dripped from the head. "Fuck," he sighed as I lasciviously scooped cum from my face into her mouth.
• "Are you OK?" he asked, after another minute of silence.