Locker Room Squirtfest

You hooked up with Juliana Marie once and couldn’t quit. So you tail her until you see your shot. Locker room. Empty. You shove the blonde against the cold tile wall. She doesn’t fight. You wrap fingers round her throat, slap her tits, grope every curve like you own it, and she just moans harder. That wet heat is already soaking her thighs before you even touch it. You shove two fingers deep, rub hard, then feed them to her mouth so she tastes herself. She squirts right there, a hot splash across the floor, and her knees shake. You push her down, fist her hair, and drive your cock past her lips. She gags, eyes wet, but keeps taking it. You slap her cheek with your shaft, leave streaks of spit and pre-cum, then slam back in. When her jaw’s sore you spin her around, bend her over the bench, and shove your cock straight into her dripping cunt. One hand works a thick dick-on-a-stick up her ass while a vibrator buzzes her clit. She jerks, tries to crawl away from the overload, but you hold her still and make her squirt again. It sprays across the tile in fast, messy bursts. Finally you flip her on her back, yank her wrists down and knot them to her own ankles, leaving her spread and helpless. You work her swollen pussy until her whole body locks up, then pull out and paint thick ropes across her stomach and tits. She’s still twitching when you step back. “Fuck, that was fun,” she breathes, smiling through the mess. You leave her tied there, legs open, cum cooling on her skin, locker-room lights humming above her.