Hey there long itme no see. I thought of another small idea for this series. But this is just another contrast piece between the two ladies. Just a little fun with characterisation.

Rated M

The Art of the Facial:

For the two ladies that were the focus of their affections, Souji had a tendency of covering them in his love. It was always a bit of a taboo sex act, but after the several occurrences where it happened by accident, it became a bit more of a common thing then he would like to admit. It was always fascinating to him how they would react; both women loved it in their own special way. Both having different reactions always fascinated him. And the way they went about it was a perfect contrast of personalities between them.

For Naoto, giving a blow job was more cerebral, calculating. Giving pleasure to Souji like this was more like an art form to her. She did her best to make it so he lost himself in her embrace. She did what she could to feel all of him at once. The way her lips glided across his shaft to how deep she took him in so she could feel her throat wrap around him. She wasn't afraid to give his balls as much love and affection as she could muster. In the meantime, her hand worked wonders, always keeping him warm when her mouth had other things to do. For the most part she didn't care about how she looked; she only cared about how he felt. On this occasion she couldn't help but lick up his shaft, he was freshly shaven with the expectation of fun times with the Idol in tow.

When Souji went to blow his load over her face, Naoto always gives a hint of a smile, signalling that she's done a job well done, throwing back one of Souji's trademark grins back at him. Her eyes always closed with a flutter of the eye lashes, her hands slid down her body before taking a handful of her own breasts and propping them up. While it's not always about the look, she got her own self pleasure from it by gently twisting her own nipples bringing out a breathily moan. She shuffled her thighs to keep herself in heat as she waited for the reward of her hard work.

The second of self pleasure always left sub-consciously with her tongue out catching the first rope, Tasting his love right there and then. The other scaled up her face marking her from lip to forehead and then Naoto waited there in patient bliss, as he painted her face like it was his canvas. Happy in her art in pleasuring him has generated enough cum to make art out of her face. It was primal but shook her to her core that this sex shook to her core. At this point her flinch reflexes were gone, all the time way too used to being graced at the ritual of his orgasm.

It was always better when Rise was there, she always watched in awe how calm and collected Naoto was when she got a face full. She knew how big his loads could get but seeing someone else covered always made her clit just tingle, if anything she would be furiously fingering herself at the image in front of her.

When it was over, Naoto without fail swallowed anything pooled on her tongue before leaning forward and taking his head and the first third of his shaft into her mouth and cleaned him off thoroughly. Making sure she truly drained his balls and that he felt satisfied from their play. The mix of the allure would be his cum dripping from her chin on to her breasts, swaying gently from her motion of her bobbing her head.

Once she felt her job was done, she would pull back and scoop up anything around her lips with her index finger and pop it in her mouth. Tasting his essence was enough to make her hum as she would luck up at him from on her knees, normally one eye would be glued shut with cum but the other would bat at him to know just how much of a bad boy he was at what he did.

At that point Rise would always dive in with a kiss, she needed to have a taste and give her appreciation at how sexy it was.

For Rise, it was all about the performance. Being on her knees with Souji's cock in her mouth was all about looking good and looking good for him. When she was at home with her favourite couple, this was her stage and she treated it as such. She made sure he always kept his eyes on her, never dropped the eye contact, making sure she seared the image of his dick in between her lips into his soul. And the sweet melody of her voice was turned dark into the liquid sin with words like a succubus. Her performance always made Naoto roll her eyes but she couldn't help but be entertained at the length she would go to in the name of degeneracy.

However when he was ready to explode, she always made comments about how she was his 'Idol Slut' and what her fans would think if they saw her caked in his stuff. It always made Souji grin with her antics, in between words of encouragement she peppered his shaft with kisses, making sure to lick whatever she could. And to make extra emphasis to show she's willing to do anything for him she would shuffle under to suck on his balls while his cock rested on her forehead making her look like nothing but a porn star.

It's just a matter of time before Souji takes it into his own hands, as he stroked himself, aiming at his former kouhai's face as she grinned naughtily up at him, almost goading him) to do his worst.

Being the ever gentleman that he is, Souji could only oblige. The routine was well rehearsed but never got old. Her pose excluded confidence as she leaned forward, her arms pushed against the side of her chest making her breasts more pronounced, looking fuller than before. Rise always topped it off by giving her booty a little shake now in view because of her posture. She stuck her tongue out enthusiastically and flashed a peace sign as the first shot erupted from Souji's cock. For all her talk she wasn't as well prepared as the Sleuth at the volume of his cumshots. But she was a quick thinker as she readjusted, making sure she caught as much of it on her face, not caring if it got in her hair.

Her moniker was the messier, the better.

Each rope decorated in her face but her ability to talk while getting covered only made things messier. Most of it pooled above her lips, nose and her cheeks. Her constant moving made the contrast of whenever Naoto got a facial fascinating. If Naoto's one looked like classical art, Rise looked like contemporary graffiti. Rarely Rise got it in her eyes or her forehead but when she did she would always let out an evil giggle and comment about her lover's ability to aim which always got a chuckle out of everyone. Mostly it ended up around her nose, cheeks as well as a couple shots hitting her pert breasts.

Unlike Naoto who would happily service him until nothing was left on his cock, Rise licked what was left on the end before letting it drip off her tongue and onto her chest. She would hum in mock surprise that she was all messy, lick off what was on her lips in bratty under tones that done a poor job of hiding the lust and love she had for him. Occasionally if one of her nipples was caught in the cross fire she would ask her best friend to lick it off before giving her a sweet kiss on the way back up.

And it wasn't easy for her to scoop it up and take it in her mouth or to grab a tissue and just clean up. No, she always had to smear it a little, play with it in her fingers, showing off just how much he got everywhere, even if it was partially her doing. As she made it out at the start, it was always a show to her, with an audience of two that are the only people to get tickets.

And to them that's the art of the facial.

Two people,

Two styles,

One love…