Amy Meets Married Dad for a Facial

The long, thick strand of sperm that had dangled off her chin flung back with gravity and now stuck to her neck. My cum reminded me of a warm layer of vanilla glaze sliding off a freshly baked donut. A thick river of my cream flowed back off her nose, trickling slowly off it until finally mixing with the thick pool of sperm coating her eye and cheek, her lashes sealed together with my forbidden seed. I had always imagined this girl's face coated, but never in such exquisite and messy detail. I wondered what was going through her head, as I lie there just staring at her.

I drank in her nude body and dragged the backs of my fingers over her small breasts down toward her naval, watching my creamy sperm on my partner's face continue to act like a force of nature over her soft, innocent features. She glanced over at me, clearly nervous at being so visually consumed and studied in such a forbidden way. But how could I not consume my little prize and the abstract masterpiece I had painted across the canvas of her face. It was my facial she wore so nervously, but also so elegantly. She looked beautiful.

"Can we meet again" Amy asked me as she studied my face and my dad bod.