J H Long
Tina Morales stood before the full-length mirror. She hated what she saw, hated the size forty-inch tits that were starting to sag, hated the little white spots that stained her cheeks – little white spots on her cheeks?
What the hell was that?
Oh no, it had to be cum! A lot of cum that must have come from a pretty hefty pair of balls for that much jizz to stain her rouged cheeks.
"Shit!" she moaned, trying to work her fingernails under the pasty-dried cum stains that stuck to her skin like year-old band aids.
"Shit!" she moaned again when the first cum drop stain peeled off her face, taking with it a couple of millimeters of olive-tanned skin.
"What the fuck are you doing?" came a husky voice from behind her.
"What the fuck do you care?"
"I care a lot – so what are you doing? Picking your zits? Ha, ha, ha!"
Tina spun around, looked very angry, looked very mean at the husky, hairy man sitting propped up in bed, the sheets arched before him as if little elves had pitched a tent at his crotch.
"Fuck you," Tina spat.