I can tell that you badly need to cum. Little did she know that this would be the third of the day. It had been this hot for the whole nine years wed ...een married. Wed met at a restaurant one Friday night where she was working as the evening hostess to pay her way through Portland State. I was struck by her big blue eyes, long straight blond hair, flawless smile and freckles over the bridge of her nose. She was wearing a simple black dress and her tits, which completely filled out her top, were. After asking me if I wanted a massage, she led me to a curtained semi-circled area to towards the middle of the room. I paid the .50 house fee and disrobed with a wait and see attitude. It was all brand spanking new, with some thought given to the interior design as well. I could spot in the back the two out-of-the-way rooms the monger who sent me a PM told me about, but I was not back there and was close to the front of the shop. It was noticeably cold here too. I could hear the large. She watched the TV as they showed a replay. In slow motion, Brody went after the puck. Knowing what was coming made it hard to watch, but she could not turn away either. A Montréal player came into the picture and slammed Brody in the back, sending him rocketing into the boards head first, and he crashed to the ice. The slow motion did not make it look any better; Ryan dropped her head into her hands. "He's getting up, that's good," Mitch said after the replay finished. Nate nodded. "Yeah. And. She looked at his eyes. He was staring with disbelief at his erection almost touching her sweater tit playthings.He yelled, “Keep rubbing, poke your tits, oh that sweater, that sweater, keep rubbing my dick against that sweater.”She asked, “Do you want to cum on my sweater? Do you like the feel of my sweater?"He screamed, “Oh my god yes, I want to cum on your sweater!”She gently and rapidly slapped her sweater tit with his erection several times.He yelled, “I’m cumming.”His cum erupted out of.