It’s my second time going to the jack shack, cum junkyard on Forest Street and I’m not sure if they are going to be receptive. The clock hits 12 and I’m not sure how much longer they will be open but I’m almost positive these scantily-clad foreign broads live right above the place in an apartment they share so there’s no way I’m going home with out the Jerk Nowitzki, Dunkin’ Blownuts treament.

So, I ring the doorbell and the same mid-40s later who took care of my cock with a cfnm handjob last time answers. I ask her if she has time for one more customer and she nods her head and takes me to the locker room, where she wants me to undress. I don’t really want my clothes and wallet in the grimey locker room so I tell her I’ll just undress in the room.

So, she has me lying down butt naked and I’m waiting to be treated when a younger girl waltzes in. She starts by stepping on my back and when I try slapping her ass she ends up smacking me in the head! I kind of like the idea of the masseuse taking charge so I grab a chunk of her nice ass again and she once again hits me with a wind-up shot to the head!

I start laughing and repeat the act and then we get into the massage and she is rubbing my ass down and gently rubbing down my balls in soft as all hell fashion. She’s having a good time twirling those balls and making my wood grow and grow and fucking grow and the sexual tension feels so fucking good.

She then told me to turn around and gripped my cock like a pornstar while spitting on it.

“What do you want?” I asked her.

“I WANT YOU CUM,” she responded. “Give me your juice.”

I had her crank it a few more times before rocketing a big cream bomb that sprayed all over her chest and she was so thrilled by my range she asked me to cum back and promised me she’ll give me 40 percent off.

“You are terminator,” she tells me.