Stroking and devouring him relentlessly for 18 minutes, keeping him right on the edge, denying every twitch toward release. When you finally let him go, you aim him at your face. He comes hard: thick, hot ropes that lash across your cheeks, lips, forehead, dripping down your chin while you milk him dry. You wear every drop like a trophy, smiling as he stares, ruined and speechless.
