SPF Me

by Holly Wilde

Without fail, the moment you sit down to relax is the same moment your brain pings you with a reminder to get up and do something.

Sentientscreen.

The whole line is supposed to be all organic, with nut based moisturizing properties.

I dig around in my tote in search of my new bottle of SPF 69.

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?”

“What the fuck kind of question is that, Summer?” Gianna fakes gagging before asking, “Is it like candy flavored cum? Can I pick the scent?”

“Nope! It tastes like sunscreen! And smells like, I don’t k...

My four brand new bottles of Sentientscreen are all perched on the edge of the lounge chair. There’s my stick sunscreen, the spray bottle, the container of zinc, and at the end is SPF 69, only I didn't move them out like that. And I certainly didn’t give them arms, legs, and the devilish grins they are giving me.

“The only thing melting today is going to be you as you quiver around my face.”

“It’s driving me crazy knowing that you are coated in me. I’d give anything to cover you again, babe. Just say the word and I’ll make you mine.”

“I apologize for our friend, but to be honest, we are all a bit bottled up here.

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

Pink and taut, my nipples jut out into the water like lifesavers ready to save the day.

“with a body like yours, we plan to enjoy every thick and luscious inch of you until you are panting and pleading for us to stop.”

“I don’t plan to stop until your entire body is painted white, and even then I might keep going.”

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

Using my g-spot like a pull up bar, Stick finds his rhythm as he dips in and out of me.

he taps his buddy on the ass to let him know that it’s time for some synchronized swimming.

I can feel their hands inside me as they give each other a high five, the thin walls of my insides serving as the only barrier between their celebration.

Thankfully, his voice is quieter than mine, or else we’d have a full neighborhood orgy in the backyard.

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

I’m much too vulnerable to the sun's penetration, when I really just need your penetration.

Please don’t leave me here without coating me with your cream.”

Nothing could prepare me for the thickness that comes out of his small dick. Load after load of cum covers every inch of my face. I’m thankful for the sunglasses shielding my eyes, or else they would burn like metal in the sun.

I smell like a piña colada, and drink down the toasted coconut like it’s laced with rum. Even though the only thing I’m drunk off of is lust, pure and unfiltered, traveling through my system and leaving me blissfully sated.

“Now comes the fun part,” says 69 as he grabs a palmful of cum and finds a spot to rub it into. The three others join in, and before I know it, I have eight little hands...

They spread it like it’s butter and I’m a hot slice of bread, gliding the cream in little circle...