Finish Yourself Off
From Create Your Own Story
Those old bags are totally self-absorbed, and you don't care about them anyways. Whatever.
More or less keeping your back to the old chattering ladies, you spread your legs just enough and try to gather up what's left of the huge head of steam you'd built up just seconds ago. Tweaking your nipple with your left hand and frigging your clam with your right, you focus on the vague idea of workman cock. Getting close again, you roughly grasp your clit between your fingers and go at your fleshy button as hard as you can.
Your pussy explodes, and your juices rain on the shower floor. The explosion grows and envelops your whole body. You gasp, shudder, and promptly slip and fall. Before you know it, the two old ladies are standing over you, tits sagging. "Honey, you look so flushed!" the one says. The other one points at you, "You shouldn't spend so long in the sauna young lady!" You really hate these old hags, and to top it all off, you're staring straight up at their shaggy old pussies.
You ignore the nagging ladies, collect yourself, grab your towel and head back to your locker. The workers are gone. You slip into your competition swimsuit and:
| Name | Alexandra Miller |
| Location | Swim and Racquet Club |
| Status | Post-Orgasmic |
| Clothing | Swimsuit |
