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The Massage - Memory Loop

I can’t NOT think about it. No matter how I try.  The memory of that stud masseur having his way with me plays in continuous loops over and over in my mind. his crotch grinds into my face as he feeds his rock hard, throbbing cock down into my throat… he wields it like some kind of weapon… jabbing and thrusting… fucking away at my stuffed esophagus… using me like a cheap masturbation toy until he shoots off like the Fourth of July, flooding my stomach with his hot load… ensuring I will carry

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The Massage

I'm on the table waiting for the masseuse. My eyes are closed and in my mind I am working on another chapter to my "Sensual, Sexy Massage Therapist" fantasy. I watch as that hot little vixen goes down on my girlfriend when, in the distance I hear footfalls drawing near. My eyes fly open and there I see one of the spa's male attendants. He's got sandy, blond hair, cut surfer-boy style, deeply tanned skin, clad in white shorts and a matching tee shirt that cling tightly to his superhero-

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