The way she twirled her hips when I grabbed them told me how she actually felt. My balls contracted fiercely as jet after jet of semen flooded her guts. I got it in my head that she either was deliberately letting me have a free show or was clueless to the point where she wouldn’t notice, so I feasted my eyes on her for long moment. I was startled when the booth door swung open behind me. She took my towel and dried off, draping it around her as she peeked out the locker room door. One of my first jobs was working in the operations center for a software company. “We got about ten minutes, if you want to have some fun,” she said, although she had picked up my shampoo and was starting to lather herself. The week after, as I got ready for a bench press, I noticed her outside the window. My balls contracted fiercely as jet after jet of semen flooded her guts. After she got her fill, she grabbed my hand and led me over to a locker room bench. Ropes of frothy nut escaped her ass to splatter on the polished wood of the bench. The muscles of her slender legs tensed up and she made helpless, pleasured sounds that bordered on wordless pleas for
