CHAPTER 2
“Uuuhhh...”
His orgasm was spectacular. A huge stream of c*m squirted out of his tip and splashed onto me. Then another stream shot out. And another. While I finished rubbing him to help him climax, I shook his p***s so that the semen squirted everywhere. It shot onto his pants, onto the chair’s arm, past the chair and onto the deck floor, and all over my shirt. We were absolutely covered in sticky white c*m. It was like it had rained semen. I took my hand off his p***s and c*m dripped from my hand. It was all at least ten times the normal amount he'd ever made.
“Jesus Christ,” he said.
“This isn’t even the best part. Look.”
After unloading like that, he should’ve been limp and deflated. But
his p***s was still hard and raring to go.
I asked, “You ready for another round?”
