Dont cum on my glasses

Marcus London just wants a little tease, but his cock is already hard when I wrap my hand around him. I stroke him slow, tight, letting my thumb drag over the head every time my fist reaches the top. His breathing gets heavier. I keep that same lazy rhythm, watching him fight to stay still. Feels good when he finally starts leaking. I smile, grip him harder, and that does it. He shoots thick ropes across my face, hot and heavy, hitting my cheek, my lips, dripping down my chin. I love watching it land, love knowing I made him lose it like that.