freakglow

As you slowly pull your mouth off of him, he watches as some of his cum slips out the edge of your mouth. You don’t seem to notice, too focused on looking up at him.

His head is a haze of pleasure, but the sight of his cum on your face has his cock twitching once more.

“Are you alright?” You ask, completely unaware of the thoughts running through his head.

He pushes the idea aside for a while. It felt almost degrading to think about. Zayne was aware it was a perfectly normal, and frankly quite common, fantasy and that if he brought it up, you wouldn’t be offended by any means. But still, he didn’t see a need to bring his desire to your attention.

But the next time you're on your knees, it's all he can think about. You blink up at him, wide eyed and so eager to please. His grip on your hair tightens. The image in his mind is only getting him even closer. The words are on the tip of his tongue when you ease yourself off of him, swallowing the excess saliva in your mouth.

"Do you want to cum on my face?"