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Chapter 32 by wicker wicker

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Cum-coated

The men face-fucking the three princes eventually came all over their faces with massive, seeming supernatural loads of cum, giving the women orgasms, and the men fucking their pussies pulled out and came all over the backs of their heads.

"Massage the cum in, ladies," said the naked attendant.

The women, still catching their breath, massaged the cum into their scalps, getting the cum all in their hair.

"Perfect, leave the cum sit for a few hours to really do its work. Cum is excellent for the face, hair, and scalp."

Each princess thought the other two looked silly with cum-matted hair, but she said nothing. The three got off of the massage tables and left, hand--in-hand, with Elisabeth in the middle. "I'm famished," she said.

"And I'm thirsty."

The three spotted a restaurant and headed over. The past Dove Cameron again. Dove was thoroughly coated in cum. Ever inch of her face save her eyes was coated in cum and her hair was completely matted it in. The top of her dress was around her waist, and her tits were coated in cum. "Duuuv need cuuum," she muttered as she walked off.

"Pathetic," said Lenore without a hint of irony.

"Totally," said Ingrid.

In the restaurant, they spotted Annalise, Dua, Mackenzie, and Anna were at a table. All were naked, and all had cum on her face, in her hair, or on her tits, and Annalise was riding a chair with a built-in anal dildo. The three princesses joined them. A waitress came over with glasses and a large pitcher of some sort of white, creamy cocktail on the rocks.

"Here for the show?" the waitress asked.

"What show?" asked Anna.

Annalise moaned.

"The lyric battle between Kacey Musgraves and Kelsea Ballerini."

"Lyric battle?" asked Mackenzie.

"Yes, like a rap battle, but they sing things about each other while people on stage try to...distract them." She winked and walked off. "I'll be back with your footlong dogs."

"Did we order food?" asked Elisbeth.

No one could remember, but they liked the idea of a footlong hot dog.

Mackenzie poured everyone a glass, and they cheered and took a sip. They each loved the drink.

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