Flash Pulp #1 Facial
#1 of Flash Pulps
A raccoon gets a facial
Jared pulled back slowly as he the panting of his new friend grew heaver and heavier. He gently squeezed the base of his length, milking just the first few inches over and over to keep him going. He looked at the tool in admiration, the thickness the gentle curve of it and marvelled at just how deep it had reached down his throat. Caleb didn't ever have to say a word, his body told him just how much he was enjoying the racoon's attention, and now he was about to show him once and for all how good he was.
The cumslit gaped a little, like a portal into some mystical world opened by the adoring ritual of Jared's sucking, then the dark pink was replaced by pearly white. Cum erupted like a fountain out of him splattering against the raccoon's eye only a hair of a second after he'd gotten it shut. The heat of the the thick cream sunk into his face and Caleb groaned loudly as the next one rumbled through him. The second blast was bigger than the first washing straight up the ridge of his nose, up between his eyes then finishing in and steaming puddle in his once meticulous tended hair. Another moan of relief was cut short by a third blast of the thick and copious pleasure raining from the rat's loins.
The heat and the smell swirled in an uncontrolled storm of lust and relief that started to drive the raccoon just the right amount of crazy. He couldn't help himself as the older squirts started to roll down his face onto his neck and his shirt. He felt proud of himself in a strange, perverse way. After all Caleb had never gotten off this way before and it was happening in such a showy way. He'd made him cum like a cannon and he couldn't even form words to warn him it was just that powerful.
All too soon though, he'd lost count shortly after three jets, Jared and Caleb were dragged down from their high, one by the limits of his body and the other by the start of a new orgasm, pleasant and welcome but nowhere near as dramatic or purposeful. Jared hardly knew he was stroking his meat with the feeling on his face and the smell blocking all others. But as the real world started to come back around him so did the urge to drink what he'd left so tantalizingly pristine on his nose. His tongue flickered a few times, dragging the salty, heavy flavour into his mouth followed by the thick, slightly slimy texture he'd grown so fond of.