Helen has always been a sexual Goddess to me. Since the first time she laid me down naked and started jerking my cock into her mouth until the last time I nutted on her chest, I put her in an elite pantheon of smokeshows.

She’s a reputable masseuse in these here parts and her pleasure palms have been bringing relief to me for quite some time now.

She always tells me that she can make me cum no matter what and she is damn right.

So one day, I’m stressed to the core after getting into verbal boxing matches with my smug-ass boss all day and I trek over to her place of work for the Dunkin Blownuts treatment.

 I know her expertise and silky smooth butt–I must have put welts on that thing after all the hard-hitting slaps I’ve delivered to it–will make me feel better.

I wait for her in the room and right away she gets after it with me. She starts by letting me feel those buttcheeks and lick all around her thong and towards her pussy ass she butters my ass up with cream.

It feels so good having her soft little mits massaging my ass and her hands leak down to my balls as she starts giving them soft little tickles and she then gives me her classic whisper.

“turn over, baby,” she says, and with that I have her steal my cock and have her jerk away as I rest there, relaxed as hell.

She flips me over so that I’m leaning off the massage mat and all the blood in my head rushes down and I really want to release a fat nut.

What do you want? I ask her.

“I want you to cum baby. Cum on you, you fucking cum!”

With that, I plaster the room with another jizz bomb heard around town.