Grunting at the nasty encouragement, Mr. Noah started cumming on Becca's face, the first several shots flying over her, splattering on the tile wall like pieces of wet spaghetti. The next few landed on her face before he reached for one of Becca's hand towels and started wiping off the saliva and remaining cum from the tip. Playing lightly with her clit now, cum covering her face, Becca once again looked to Miss Hannah, her face still desperately begging for release.

Miss Hannah approached the tub, getting a closer look at a spread-eagle Becca, fully impaled on their favorite couple's toy. Getting up close, she could hear her slut emitting...