An exfoliating mask....

You can feel your orgasm bubbling. You're amazed you've held off this long.
"I'm going to blow..."
Lucy grips Ana by the hair as you pull out of her asshole, and flips her onto her back. "Time for your exfoliating face mask, you little bitch."
Ana's eyes are wild as you climb up next to her face. Despite Lucy's hand knotting in her dark hair, her eyes tell you she wouldn't shy away from this. She's hungry to feel your cum as it paints her face.
"Give it to her, James." Lucy laughs, pumping your cock with her free hand and pinning Ana's head by her hair with the other. She spits on your cock, letting some trickle down onto Ana's face, really working the head until you hit the brink.
"Fuuuckkkk!!!!!" You unleash a torrent, spraying a bucketload of white sticky spunk onto Ana's face. She moans as the hot sticky fluid coats her face. "Yes... paint my pretty face, baby. Mark me..." She whispers.

You unload everything your balls hold onto her face, and when you're done, she's thoroughly plastered, as if she'd been bukkaked by three guys.
"Yeah...yeah...you like that, don't you..." Lucy mutters, smearing your cum all over Ana's face so every inch is covered with at least some of your spunk before licking her fingers. Christ, these two are fucked up.
"Wow..." you fall back, reeling in the afterglow of the depraved little tryst.
"James... you should probably head out... I'm going to have a little fun cleaning this one up." Lucy leans over to kiss you passionately, heedless of crushing Ana with her body. "Don't be a stranger, baby. Anytime."

You clean yourself up and get dress while Lucy begins to work on Ana. You leave the room shaking your head. The rumors about these girls were not even close to hitting the truth.
You pop your head in on the other bedroom. Sure enough, Jack is naked and snoring on the topsheet. You shake your head at the scene he just missed. You decide not to wake him.
The time is almost 2:00. You need to head home soon. If Jenna and Karen have already returned, they may be getting suspicious. You get back to the clubhouse, turn in your cart, and head home in the Javelin, trying to push down the memories of your sordid afternoon.
By 2:25, you're pulling into your driveway.