A few weeks into the relationship and we are fully naked in bed, the covers are off. She is masturbating with her legs open. I’m between them tugging away and getting hard for her. I then venture up the torso and think about painting her boobs but decide to venture higher up. Room up here is tight as she has her head right up against the board and she is nearly in the corner of the mattress so I struggle to get a get placement of my knees either side of her face and opt for being only on one side of her facing the window. Crucially her face is now angled slightly away from me a little as she too looks outside rather than me and my throbbing man hood. By this stage she has stopped working her slot or “
M****da” as she insists that I call it. She has a vacant stare out of the window. Resigned in submission to what will come forth.
I’m close to crisis tugging frantically on my iron tool, my tip briefly passed close to her somewhat distant mouth and momentarily slips between her pink soft lips. But as she is angled away from me this position is difficult to maintain and I have to readjust, the chance to fully discharging a hot jet in her mouth is lost.
I quickly reset my position and am hovering over her cheek, where my warm torrent of flow gushes forth. As she is not fully flat but has elected to turn slightly away from me, my love juices are able to run first to the side of her nose and then into the socket of her eye where it pools. There is a good amount bathing her eye, but I’m still gifting her gloops of my goo so back off a little to discharge the smaller second outpouring that comes from my rod along with all the remaining spots and dribbles that are usually squeezed out during such a frantic draining.
Small spots fall over her lips and chin and these drain into the hollow in the neck
Now finished and with rather a lot on her face I placed my hand into some of the blobs and caressed her lips with my love liquor. I also scoop some out of the neck hollow and grease her right nipple and around the top flesh around her one good boob (she has a mastectomy and false left boob). As my hand slips over her love pillow and around the top, it’s similar to
the time I full greased up
N20 with my porridge. It must be said that the former lover’s tits were perfect and a couple of cup sizes much smaller so were covered fully. In an effort to get the best coverage
eM25’s cold, less mailable falsie on the left was ignored which saved some fluid
Throughout my pasting of her face and boobs she had stopped masturbating and was silent, there were no expressions nor gasps of either pleasure or disgust. I could have smeared it over her lifeless body for a little longer but there was little pleasure and by now she coldly demands 'is there anything to clear this mess up? '
I should have really gone down stairs to make her wait and suffer and to see if she would whinge like
S23. But then stupidly remembered there was a kitchen roll behind the curtain. I handed her a piece and she then starts to “tut” as she wipes and over emphasis her actions. I do the periphery as a symbolic gesture but it's clear it's her show to clear up and I almost apologise. She is doing most of the sponging up of the cum with her right hand. She is still right over on her side of the double bed and I'm perched in the remaining small gap on the mattress facing the window. The wide expanse on my side of the bed is clear of the duvet with just a plain sheet on it. She now makes an over the top fuss and complains something about 'look at this' before theatrically throwing her right mop hand onto the vacant side of the bed. She then begins to expelling huffs as she rubs her hand in the sheet. She really has going overboard with this show. Most of the mess was either smeared into her flesh as a moisturiser or would have been picked up by her vocal mopping efforts. Little would have been on her hand. I know for a fact as I was back over on that side relatively quickly after binning the paper towels she had discarded in disgust. Now back on my own side there really were was no damp areas.
With her still turned sideways looking out into the garden, I adopt the spoon position and cress her back and tits to try and placate her but it's was like a cold fish. She is not happy.
After five minutes she gets up and puts on a very mumsy unattractive pair of fawn coloured plain panties to go down stairs.
Before going she says 'I better clean this mess off before I go home, thank goodness none went in my hair'
She goes down stairs and I hear splashes of water and the shower only briefly running to wet her top.
She then comes upstairs and lectures me that she doesn’t like pearl necklaces and hates the mess on her body or when it’s rubbed into her skin. As a saving grace she does say that she is more than happy to swallow.
So without the threat of violence this is an almost exact copy of an
earlier liaison with
S23