‘Facials,’ as Eloise knew them, were cheerleader slang for the aggressively over-exaggerated smile and grin performers would give the crowd members.
The next thing Eloise knew, her whole face was sent whipping over to the side, and the cheek on the opposite side of her lips was stinging, and burning hot.
“Not a bad idea, tramp,” said who Eloise assumed to be the owner of the second cock both trying to hollow out her throat at the same time.
