Money shot!

He wisely pulled out of her with a low groan. A muffled whimper escaping her as she still kept her now soaked with her own spit gag of her swimsuit bottoms in her mouth. Letting go of her hair and managing to just catch her by the waist in time to stop her from falling over. Setting her down onto her knees on the ground of the Changing Booth.

Marie Rose's hands went onto his thighs for a bit of support. Her perky chest, still covered by her bikini top, heaving for much needed air as the sweat-soaked and well fucked beauty looked up at the man who had given such wild pleasure to leave her like this. Still on a high however, her eyes only locked onto his cock as he stroked himself off with a fury. Perhaps in awe after all this time that he still had something left in him.

That didn't last for much longer as with a grunt the first thick rope of spunk fired out of his throbbing cock. Splashing down across Marie's gorgeous face generously to land across her blonde hair over the forehead, down across the nose making her close her eyes, and onto her cheek. The next blast going across the left side of her face, trailing off her cheek to drip downward.

The shots kept coming as he plastered her face with an impressively sized load - maybe showing he'd not had any recent action due to his Resort Manager job. He was making up for that here, leaving jizz coating her pretty face. Along with even sending some cum onto her swimming bottoms that she still had as a gag, making them further stained along with her own spit. The seed now hanging off that garment, her lips and chin making for a fine finishing touch to the sexual encounter.

"Ahhhh..." He sighed, squeezing out the final drops onto her face before letting go of his spent rod. Tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. "That... Oh fuck... That was wild..." He whispered, remembering again of the rather public location they'd been screwing in.

Marie Rose however was spent herself. Exhausted as she slumped back. Head against the bench of the Booth and just sitting in a daze. The faintest of smiles around the gag as she looked up at him before her eyes closed. The gag finally falling from her mouth with a lewd 'splat' onto her own stomach as she fell asleep, showing how drained she was from no doubt the best fuck of her young life.

Staring down for a moment, Michael took a gulp of air before he adjusted his tie. Deciding to leave the exhausted beauty be after all of this. No doubt if she had anything more to say about this, or to do anything to him, she'd easily find him later today.

For now he stepped quietly out of the booth and closed it. He could only hope that no one would pick that particular booth to change in for the rest of the day. A glance around, and seeing the coast was clear he wiped sweat off his forehead and not just in a moment of relief either.

He walked away, giving a last glance back at the Changing Booths before heading right to the hotel. In his Manager's Office there he knew he had a spare suit and all the trimmings there just in case. Today would finally be the day he had to use them. As well as leave this current suit in the hands of laundry services for a proper cleaning.

About a minute after he left, the booth next to the one Marie Rose was left in finally clicked open. Stepping out with a bright blush on her cheeks, sweat across her body, and noticeable wetness on her bikini bottoms was Honoka. Biting down on her bottom lip as she cautiously stepped out, and then pushed the door open of the neighbouring cubical. Gasping at the sight of her friend in such a freshly fucked, cum-stained mess.

Honoka in that moment especially wished that she had won the Butt Battle now.

~ Route End ~