On London Tipton's face

As the hottest girls Jake had ever touched continued to suck his balls, Jake thought about the show they were in. It was too stupid to watch, but he'd suffered through a few minutes because the girls were so hot. All he remembered was that Ashley played the nice girl and Brenda played a spoiled airhead hotel heiress.

Jake's watering eyes drifted to the table beside him. The girls had tossed his sock onto it. Jake grabbed the sock with his free hand and turned it over. The wishbone fell onto the table and Jake grabbed it, wishing the girls would turn into perverted versions of their characters.

That's when Jake blew his load. It hit Brenda in the face. Jake kept his aim there, both for his cock and for his camera. By the time he was done more of her perfect Asian face had cum on it then not.

“Oh!” said Brenda with indignation. “My makeup! My spectacular, designer makeup! Maddie, this is all your fault!”

Ashley leaned back, looking totally innocent. “Me? I'm not the one who came on you.”

Brenda looked confused. “Well... that doesn't matter! It's still your fault. And-" Brenda looked down at a tiny wet spot on her chest. "Oh. My. God! It's on my dress! Maddie, stand up!”

The girls stood while Jake sat on the edge of the table to rest. Ashley slumped, looking much less confident than she had before.

Brenda put her little fists on her hips petulantly. “We can't have a perfect beauty like me get all messy-poo while you stay perfectly clean. You need to be punished, Maddie!”