Dexter was in a haze. He could make sense of anything. The touch of a woman was more than he could handle. He could felt her slide down his chest and cradle his balls. With that and her skillful rubbing of his head, the young archivist was at his limit. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he starts to shoot his milky seed into the air.<br/><br/>It must had been a long time since his last orgasm, with all the semen that he had backed up. Because of how Dirae had aimed his cock his massive load shot up towards his face. With every twitch and aftershock Dexter shot another string of thick semen at himself. Each time it went a little shorter. Until he was just a mess from his face all the way down to his stomach. Where his softening cock slowly dripped cum onto him.<br/><br/>Dexter himself was tired and out of breath. His eyes were glazed over, and it looked as if he couldn't move at all.