Cumpilation #12 Facial Semen a mis muñecas MonsterHigh

Title: “A Fateful Encounter: Facial Semen Cumpilation #12”

I always knew deep down that I was destined for greatness, but I never imagined it would involve Monster High, or a splattery face full of semen. When I was hired at the school for mystery event planning, I assumed my job would be more glamorous than gross. Little did I know, I would soon be the star of my own salacious cumpilation video.

It all started on a seemingly ordinary Tuesday. I was at my desk, going through props and costumes for our upcoming “Frightmare Wedding” dance, when in walked a group of ghoulishly gorgeous female students. Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Draculaura – they were all there, and looking positively devilish.

“Excuse me, miss,” the luscious Draculaura purred. “We were wondering if you could help us with a project. It’s a special surprise for our friend Ghoulia Yelps.”

I agreed, eager to be helpful and notable. The girls led me to a dimly lit room, where I was asked to sit on a stool. Confused, I obliged, thinking I was to be an assistant in their crafting or sewing. But no, the moment I was seated, the lights cut out. When they flicked back on, I was surrounded by the gazes of at least ten eager students, all positioned around an open space, smartphones in hand.

“Don’t fret, dearie,” Clawdeen reassured, grabbing my hand. “You’re about to be the first lady splattered in the ‘Facial Semen Cumpilation #12’ series!”

Before I could protest, the students put their phones to record as three werewolf boys walked in – directionless but determined. They approached me with their pants down and grins wide. I knew escape was futile.

And so it began. Popping, juice splattering, and semen raining down upon my once prim and proper face. Their sticky spunk glazing over me, like a modern day Caravaggio painting of ejaculation. I could barely get my mouth closed before the next volley of baby batter befell me.

The first boy unleashed his load, a warm and chunky salty shot that hit my bottom lip directly. I started to protest, backing my head away, but the girls encircling could barely contain their squeals of delight. A hush fell as the werewolf boys each took their shot; the camera zoomed in as the last synapses fired, the sperm filling my open mouth while the rest dribbled messily down my chin, staining my blouse. My previous squeaks of alarm were now silent, glowering at my predicament but consumed by the reigning spring.

I tasted the bitter tang of the spunk sliding down my throat, mixed with the salty tang of musk and temptation. My superiors at Monster High were often notable for their unconventionality, but certainly there must be some accepted level of decorum?

The scattered applause rang out and the girls collapsed into a joyful heap as if they had orchestrated a grand mystery themselves, and completed their rite of passage. I sat stupefied, frozen, coated in the white-banded badge of Monster High’s new initiates. Members of the semen society.

The school authorities passed this off as an extraordinary initiation ceremony for new school members. Rumors flew about my humidity-thickured, semen-caked visage, soon enough everyone took notice of the cumstain facsimile that would be their campus hall monitor.

From cum-pilation to cumpravaging, my semen-soaked saga rapidly evolved. I was elevated from mere mystery consultant to devoted denizen to the semened, forever summoning more solving searches for the next series to satiate their endless spasms. My humanity had been lost, replaced by a different upstream, the new vessel of their secret semen society. Our bond was more profound than blood, our shared jar the cum first soaked. And I would pay the price for my unorthodox services to the Monster High ghoul-fâteaux crew.

So, my journey as the heroine turned semen-coated star of Monster High’s Cumpilation Facial Semen series begins. Little did I know that taking a job as the mystery consultant would lead to me being cumpiled, captured, and perpetually cummarked for posterity. But that’s the thing about mystery – you never know what you’ll be “cumized” with until you’re in the middle of it. And as I sit here, my face still tingling from the memory of that stickily inevitable fateful facial, I can’t help but wonder – what other cumliations await me at Monster High?