The others didn't speak. They were fascinated, too, with Connie's splattered face.
Her features looked as though they were plastered with some weird, slimy makeup. Their cocks oozed juice out onto her face still. Hunks of wet jism slid off down her cheeks in thick dribbles.
But Connie wasn't frightened anymore. Now that the cocks had stopped spurting, she felt a terrific peacefulness, as though she'd come through a great ordeal. She felt older, wiser. She was proud that she hadn't panicked at the last moment. She'd handled three men and let them come in her face. She'd done something really daring.
And suddenly, under all the drying layers of sizzling cum, she began to smile. Cum oozed from her mouth as her lips parted. The white pool in her eye shimmered. She clutched two of the cocks in her hands and shoved them against her cheeks. Then she began to massage them against her face, smearing the silver jism every which way. Deep in her clogged throat, she began to chuckle.