Holly's first double facial.

Having proved that she can get fucked like a slut, Holly decided that it was only appropriate that she be marked like one too. To that end, she was kneeling on a pillow, with both of her hands gently massaging and caressing the underside of her lovers' balls, while they stood over her, casting away their condoms, and jerking themselves off furiously.

With one hand stabilizing his cock at it's base, Quincy wrung and twisted his tip, huffing and gasping loudly as he felt orgasm climb closer and closer to it's tipping point. "Oh yeah Hols," he grunted, "Gonna feel so great cumming on you... Gonna cover you in my nut..." Baring his teeth, he glared at Dale and his cock, daring him to cum first, silently competing against his endurance, for no real reason other than he could.

Meanwhile, mostly oblivious to his male partner's stare, Dale's brow furrowed intensely. Squatting slightly, he presented his throbbing cock to her. "Spit. Spit on it," he hissed, holding the tip down to clear her path. Working up a good gob, Holly straightened up, hocked it right behind him glans, and got right back down onto her knees. "Good girl... good girl," Dale growled, the additional lubrication helping his fingers glide a little smoother and faster along his shaft.

"Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm! And good girls get treats, don't they?" Holly nodded, giving them an eager grin, before dropping to a low, sensual, **** purr. "They get their boyfriends to cum all over their face. Two big, thick, hot, gooey, sticky, loads, on my face. I want it. I need it." Shifting her attention to Quincy, she cooed, "Don't I, Daddy? Don't you want to cum all over my pretty face?"

Unable to hold back anymore, Quincy inched forwards and with restrained grunts, shot his jism onto her face, the first rope of which landing right on her forehead. "Oh yeah there it is..." Holly moaned, closing her eyes, twisting her face towards him, and fighting the flinches as her artist paints his canvas. Barely a moment after she sensed Quincy step back, she felt a strong grip on the top of her head. It was then wrenched to the other side, and more grunts and cum spewed forth, seemingly aimed to make sure she had an even coat. "Oh yes... cum all over me... give me all that yummy cum..." she whispered, tasting the salty mix on her lips.

The hand falling away and steps backing off made her exhale lowly. Finding the least heavy eyelid, she cracked it open and saw her lovers sweaty bodies heaving for breath but still standing tall before her, their cocks wilting just out of reach of her hands. "Wow." she stated, flicking her eye upwards to look at their faces. "I... I don't think I need a mirror to know that I've got a lot of cum on me."

The men chuckled lightly at that, when Dale's face suddenly lit up. Telling them not to move, he trotted over to his trousers, and returned promptly with his phone. Handing it to Holly, he stood with his cock next to her face, and told Quincy to do the same on her other side. Seeing that the selfie camera was on, Holly understood what it was he wanted. Aiming it carefully to make sure that both of their cocks were in frame, she couldn't help but whistle seeing at how they've pasted her face in white goo. Smiling broadly, she took the photos of the climax of their first threesome together, and made sure to give both of their tips a kiss, to dissuade any argument of favoritism.

Taking the phone back from her, he lightly tossed it towards the nearest soft furniture, and took a seat next to her, while Quincy fell back on to the couch. Looking at them both, as they all caught their breath, he merely said, "Happy anniversary, guys."

"Happy anniversary," Quincy panted, reaching for a towel, and handing it over to Holly.

Taking it, but not immediately wiping her face, Holly leaned back, and smiled at them both too. "Happy anniversary!"