The moment of excitement faded.
Shen Yifei looked up at me, blinking through the mess.
Her face was flushed, smeared with cum — across her cheek, nose, even a long streak clinging to her temple. A line drooled down from her chin to her chest, tracing the curve of one breast. One thick bubble slid over her lips, barely caught before it could drip into her lap.
She scowled.
"Y-You…!" Her voice cracked, hoarse and raw from how deep I'd been. "Why did you cum on my face? I—I could've swallowed it!"
She pointed at me accusingly, twintails bouncing with each indignant twitch.
"And now look! It's in my hair, on my chest—my leg!" She slapped the inside of her thigh, where a fat glob had landed and was slowly sliding downward. "What am I supposed to wear now?!"
I didn't answer.
I just looked at her.
At the contrast between her pout and the way her body glistened — her soft skin streaked in white, hair stuck to her cheek, thighs spread and glistening from earlier.
