[ABF-353] Get Off Using Umikakushi’s Face

Her face is a perfect canvas for my depravity. I watch her, bound and blindfolded, as I smear my cock across her cheeks, her lips, her nose. She flinches with every touch, her breath hitching as I press the tip against her closed mouth. She knows what’s coming—she’s been trained for this. I slide my shaft along her jawline, leaving a trail of precum that glistens under the dim light. Her skin is soft, warm, and utterly submissive. I grip her hair and force her head back, exposing her throat. I want her to feel every inch of me on her face, to memorize the scent and taste of my arousal. She whimpers, but she doesn’t resist. That’s what I love about this—her complete surrender. I rub my balls against her chin, then slap my cock against her cheek, watching her recoil before I shove it back into place. Her face is my toy, my property, and I’m going to use it until I’m satisfied.

I position myself over her, my knees on either side of her head. I lower my hips, letting my cock rest on her forehead, then drag it down between her eyes, over her nose, and finally to her lips. She parts them slightly, a silent invitation. I don’t enter her mouth—not yet. Instead, I grind against her face, smearing my fluids across her features. Her blindfold is soaked with tears and sweat, and I can see her nose flaring as she breathes in my musk. I lean down and whisper filthy things into her ear, telling her how beautiful she looks with my cock on her face, how she was made for this. She moans, and I feel the vibration against my shaft. I pull back and slap my dick against her forehead, then her cheek, then her chin—a rhythm of dominance. Her face is red and marked, and I know she’ll feel this tomorrow, a reminder of her place.

Finally, I can’t hold back. I straddle her chest and aim my cock directly at her face. She opens her mouth, tongue out, waiting. But I don’t want her mouth—I want her face. I stroke rapidly, grunting, as I paint her with my cum. Hot ropes land on her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her lips. She gasps as the first shot hits her, then moans as the rest cover her like a mask. I watch my seed drip down her chin, pooling in the hollow of her throat. I rub my cock through the mess, spreading it evenly, making sure every part of her face is coated. She looks like a depraved masterpiece, and I lean down to lick my own cum off her lips. She’s mine, utterly and completely, and her face will never be the same.