My knees stayed in place but my arms went limp by my side, motionless as the spasms subsided. Gently, Gretchen eased me down on the massage table, turning me over on my back as she did.
So powerful was the intensity of my orgasm, my c**k remained achingly stiff inside the clear condom for several minutes.
At last I finally started to go flaccid. Gretchen slipped the condom off, rubbing the reservoir tip between thumb and forefinger.
“You’ve got an excellent product, Kenneth,” Gretchen said. “One that boasts both quality and quantity. I know we’ll have lots of fun together.”
“I sure hope so,” I replied, tingling with physical well-being and contentment. She partly unrolled the condom, dipping a finger in my semen for a taste.
“Why, it’s delicious,” she said, enthusiastically. “I’m goin
