"On your face," Lee replies, still stroking softly, slowly, but he can hear Connor's voice getting breathless. "I want to see it all over you, on your lips, in your eyelashes," he goes on, stopping at the head of Connor's dick and squeezing it. "I want to come on your throat, your chest," he says. "I want to pull out of you when I'm fucking you and come on your ass, paint your clenching hole with it."