I raised my hand and gave Rachel's still-red ass another firm slap.
Phhht!
She whimpered, her body twitching from the lingering sensitivity.
"Are you despising me?" I asked, voice low and teasing as I looked up at her from between her thighs. My face was still completely drenched — shiny and wet from the multiple rounds of her squirting.
"Look at this. You soaked me. My whole face is covered in your juices… it even looks like you pissed all over me."
Rachel twisted around to look back at my glistening, dripping face.
The moment she saw the mess she had made, a deep, vivid blush exploded across her cheeks and spread all the way down her neck. Her voice came out small, flustered, and defensive.
"I-it's your fault…! Why did you keep… slapping me there while you were sucking…? I couldn't hold it in…"
Her entire face was burning with embarrassment. She couldn't even maintain eye contact, yet she also didn't move off me.
