“Fuuuck,” is all I manage to groan as my body tenses up from its orgasm, my cock raining down an army of microscopic Colts over the fucking old people near the pool. By the time they look up, confused about what’s happening, it’s already too late. The 87th Battalion of Cum Colts has already landed.
On the bright side, I hear semen is good for the skin.
Maybe I should charge them for this.
A flash from the end of the gym area draws my attention and, as I push my pants up, I notice a few of my clients snapping pictures with their fucking phones.
Ah, fuck.
Well, baby, what can I say? I think Tara introduced us at the right moment in time. Because shit is definitely going to get interesting now.
Buckle up, hun. It’s going to be a wild fucking ride.