My cunt spasmed and convulsed as the futa-jizz pumped out of my ovaries into Georgia’s sweet asshole.“Oh, fuck, yes!” moaned Georgia. “Oh, tha...’s good. Your cum ... Oh, wow, your firing so much cum into me! Damn, that’s a lot!”“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my heart racing.My futa-cum spurted hot and fast into her. That delicious treat rushed out of my dick. Stars burst across my eyes. I whimpered, my head tossing back to and fro as the heat pumped out of me. Another huge load of my cum.I let out a groan. The other door led to a smaller reception with a lady behind the counter in a full head-to-toe black veil. She opened the door behind her and ushered me through without a word. There was one massage table in a small, nicely decorated and perfumed room. She said, "Strip," and left the room. I took off my clothes and lay down on the table, face down, with a towel over me. She re-entered, grabbed some oil off a shelf and began the massage. I cycle competitively, so I am fit and muscular, but if. ” God that boy knew just what to say to make my blood boil, and seeing that look of absolute desperation and need to impale his hard steely rod in me almost made me cum right there kneeling between his quivering legs. I allowed my open bath robe to slip from my shoulders and fall the floor as I stood up and moved beside the table. The cool air brushing my heated skin as I bent over the table top and spread my legs wide feeling the wetness of my cunt dribbling down my inner thigh. “Come on. Little weird at first, huh?”She nodded and asked, “What brings you here?”He shrugged one shoulder and answered, “Poker tournament. Got pretty far, but not far enough.”“That’s too bad.”“Oh well, it was only twenty bucks. Hey, Darrel said you got a promotion. Congratulations.”“Thank you.”They chatted about her new job, what he was up to, her son, and what a nice night it was. The whole time, she was thinking, I’m sitting here naked, talking to him like we just ran into each other at the grocery.