Cumshot

Cumshot

The money shot. The moment the whole damn symphony builds toward—savage crescendo, camera rolling, dick erupting like a volcano blessed by Satan himself. It’s the proof, the payoff, the sticky punctuation that turns porn from a slow burn into a firebomb. Whether it lands on face, tits, ass, or floor doesn’t matter—as long as it lands, and the lens catches every twitch, every drop, every last tremor of release like it’s filming the birth of a filthy new universe.

Example:
“He pulled out and unloaded with the fury of a man possessed, rope after rope splashing her face until she looked like a canvas painted in sin.”