The rush of delivery across the face and in the hair as felt by the service end of a hand job upon delivery of payload.
“Following a rather pleasant hand job from the wife she remained in the agreed relief posture, on her knees in front of me like a Mumbai Street Child, as I delivered the money shot. Having been a good couple of days since Dave & the twins were deployed in anger the volume of delivery was ample and it blew across her face and through her hair as if she had just stepped from the tube into the underground labyrinth that is the subterranean Waterloo and felt the first rush of the Northern Line Mistral.”
by furball69 April 22, 2010