I dimly remembered through my haze that she had said something about 'painting her face'. I began to groan out, "Gonna come," but Beth had felt my surge already. She pulled backward, sliding my d**k from her mouth, then she began to jack me furiously, her other hand still cradling my balls. She closed her eyes and mouth... and smiled.
Yeah, I painted her face. But it was more like those abstract paintings with giant smears of paint, rather than some pointillist aerosol spray. My knees wobbled uncontrollably and my d**k beyond throbbed in her hand as gobs of c*m shot out of me in several huge gouts, each of which made me feel like I was dying gloriously as it ejected.
Beth just smiled serenely as one spray coated her closed right eye. The next splashed across her nose and a cheek. Another
