20F - I let a stranger cum in my mouth, on my face, and down my throat in one night

I matched with a guy on Tinder back in February. Late twenties, built like he actually lifted, kinda quiet. I went over to his place around midnight expecting a quick hookup. I left at 5am with my thighs shaking and a new understanding of my own preferences.

He was the first guy who actually asked what I wanted, rather than just assuming. I told him I loved facials. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay. But I'm finishing inside you first."

The first round, he fucked me doggy until he was about to cum, then pulled out just in time and pushed my head down onto him. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat right as he unloaded. I swallowed before I even tasted it because I literally couldn't breathe. Throatpies, I've learned, are mostly for his ego. But the way he groaned? Worth it.

An hour later, we went again. This time he laid me on my back, fucked me deep and slow, and when he said he was close, I looked up at him and said "Pull out. I want to see it."

He propped himself up on his fists and stroked himself twice. The first shot landed on my chin. The second hit my collarbone and dripped down onto my chest. But the third? That one shot clean across the room and hit my jeans on the floor. I laughed so hard I almost choked. He looked embarrassed but I was genuinely impressed. I've been with guys where it just oozes out like syrup. This guy had range.

Then he did something that caught me off guard. He reached down, scooped some of the cum off my stomach with his finger, and held it to my lips. I opened my mouth, sucked it clean, and realized... it didn't taste bad at all. Slightly sweet, actually. No burn. No bitterness.

I asked him what he ate. He just shrugged and said "Pineapple, I guess. And I don't drink coffee."

I thought about that for a second. Every guy who's ever cum in my mouth and left that burning bitter taste? Coffee drinkers. Energy drink guys. Every single one.

The third round, he finished inside me. Creampie. And yeah, it felt warm for a second. Intimate. But then I had to waddle to his bathroom at 5am with his cum dripping down my inner thigh, trying not to drip on his carpet, and I remembered why I prefer facials. Give me the mess I can see. Give me the eye contact while I wipe it off and smile.

I didn't stay the night. But I texted him the next day. And the day after that.

Some guys are just... okay. That one? I still think about him.