Eyebrows.  Eyelashes (he<i>did </i>have to blink some of her wetness away).  Nose.  Cheeks.  Mouth.  Paul reveled in her more than obvious excitement.  But she hadn’t climaxed yet!  Curses!  To him, Charlette was vocal enough where he would know beyond a shadow of a doubt when she came.  Back at it, he thought.<br/><br/>Since Paul was now cum-free (more or less), he totally focused on her clit and her pleasures only.  Her constant writhing, at times, threw him off of his target, as he found it necessary to reattach.  Charlette’s moans of ecstasy were just about enough to make him cum again.  Almost.  He instead honed in on her.