SPF Me

by Holly Wilde

Would you rather have to always smell like monster jizz, or wake up with the taste of monster spunk in your mouth for like, a whole hour?”

Zinc is the most protective of the bunch, so I’m not surprised at all when he saunters over with dad-bod softness. There’s a hint of firmness under the rounded metallic silver pot of his body. His cock, on the other hand, isn’t hinting at anything. It’s fully erect and casting a shadow on the ground like a sundial as he approaches us.

“I apologize for our friend, but to be honest, we are all a bit bottled up here. It’s hard to contain ourselves when we’re holding back a thick load. I mean, just an hour ago you were coating your hands with us and stroking across your skin. We just want a repeat where we can do the stroking, and you can sit back and enjoy.”

“They don’t call us skincare for nothin’. We are here to care for every single inch of your perfect body.”

He dives face first into my pussy, climbing into my vaginal canal like he’s rock climbing inside a cavern.

This is what they mean when they say, “Have some fun in the sun.”

Stick propels out of me. His small body skips across the pool like a stone as he lets out a victory wail.

You can’t have a push without a pull, and the suction of my cervix rocks my core so hard that it clenches the muscles of my asshole, sucking Spray up inside me. Only his little feet are left, kicking and tickling the skin of my gaping hole as it closes around him.

I feel my ass opening and closing as if mouthing, "come back," towards my lover.