Facial MILFs, Two Cum Whores Share Some Sticky Face Fulls

By Tabby Lexus

I’d been friends with Kim for years and thought I knew everything about her, so imagine my surprise when I found out she’s really a cum whore who gets off on having her face covered in spunk. I’d never have known if I hadn’t come over that day. I was just there to comfort her because her boyfriend had skipped out on her. When there was a knock at the door, I never imagined it would soon lead us girls getting our faces shellacked.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tabby Lexus
• Release date: Dec 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370047536

Tabby Lexus

I like to write the kind of stories you really, really want to read. You know the kind—the ones you don’t admit you read, but can’t get enough of. The kind that shock, excite, and make you hungry for more—those stories that feel like a naughty, taboo secret you get to carry around with you. That’s okay, I won’t tell, and I’ll keep writing them, as long as you keep reading them. All your secrets are safe with me.

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I’d never seen so much cum in all my life. I kept jerking the guys and they kept coming and coming—burst after burst of thick cum landed on Kim’s face and hair. She began squealing with pleasure. Some went in her mouth and down her chin, dribbling on her tits. It’s like these guys hadn’t come before in their life. By the time they stopped, Kim was completely drenched in sperm, and I was so turned on I was about to hump one of their legs.

Facial MILFs

Two Cum Whores Share Some Sticky Face Fulls

by Tabby Lexus

This is a work of fiction. All characters are productions of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. All sex is consensual. All characters are over 18 years of age and are not blood related. Published by Tabby Lexus on Smashwords. © Tabby Lexus | Scorpio Rising Publishing

I’m the kind of person that shows up when their friend is in need. And Kim was definitely in need.

I knocked on her front door. She answered holding a box of tissues. Tears tracked down her cheeks. Come in, she said through choked sniffles.

I followed her into the living room.

Okay, I thought, I’m here to cheer her up, so don’t let her mood drag you down.

Brought wine! I said, and held up a bottle of chardonnay. She looked at it listlessly and padded into the kitchen for glasses. I’d brought my own corkscrew and had the