Demi Delia Spews Creampie Lotion At The Pool

Demi’s pushing thirty, and the Florida sun’s been beating on her face like a stepdad on coke. She stands in front of her mirror, skin tight and angry-red across her nose and cheeks, tiny white flecks already lifting at the edges. Two roads ahead: one, retreat indoors, slather drug-store creams and keep the blinds drawn. The other—hunt down a fresh, steaming load, spread her used-up cunt, and smear the goo all over her face like skincare from a bottle marked “Cum.”