Despite my extra pace the footsteps were closing in and I was now really pushing it, breathing hard and sweating, as I approached a bench I felt a twinge in my calf, and each stride brought an increasing spike of pain. Holding that to my body I knew then that I had to save this one for the big show at the end of the week. When my orgasm arrived it crashed from my throbbing cock in great big loads all over the bed in front of me, six or seven strings of cum shot out before dribbling down my still pumping hand. Although with my hair up like this some little studs in my ears would really help too, but maybe that was for another time. Reasoning that it wasn’t horrible at the moment, if I could make it taste better, and people were willing to pay, it could be just want I needed to bring in that extra revenue and make this whole thing work.
