Wasn't an hour..."Mercer sighed, walking across the room to help them to their feet.Sometimes they were a little shaken after the rough fucking. Thoug... he hated this informal role as a fluffer, he found himself strangely... compelled.He banished the thought, as he managed to do so easily with unwanted ideas.The two found their footing, standing shakily as strands of cum leaked down from their holes. Still dripping from the tank, both reached for a pair of towels."Your card..."Mr. Mercer waited. I was leaking a lot. After a while, she seemed to make a decision and reached out her tongue to have a taste. It seemed she liked the taste, because she then took the tip in her mouth and started to suck and lick. I helped her to find a rhythm, and soon enough I exploded in her mouth. Her eyes shot open in surprise, and she pulled back. There was more and it went everywhere - covering her face, hair, and neck. She sat back on her ass, saying, "Nuda!" [Oh yes!] as she licked my juice from her. ”“Yeah, right? I sometimes give my boyfriend a handjob and make him squirt, and I really have to be careful not to get all that stuff on the bedding.”“But aren’t you guys using a towel or something?” I ask.“Yes, of course, when we remember to have a towel around...”“But then a towel is not very sexy either,” I add. “Getting my sperm on a towel makes me feel like my sperm is something dirty that should be cleaned off and thrown out.”“Yeah ... I can see that, I guess,” Lisa wonders. “But what do. Then we walked around to the end of the stalls and the room smelt like soap and perfume. The room was empty. He took me into one of those large handicap stalls and pushed me against the wall, rubbing his warm and pulsing body against mine. "Ohh..." My mouth muttered as he kissed my neck and cupped my breasts. The hard bump in his pants brushed against the front of my jeans, almost making me drool and I pushed him back, leading him toward the toilet. He shut the flat lid and I made him sit down.