"Cum-Sen" The Cumflation Spa

The thick, heady scent of semen hangs heavy in the air of the "Cum-Sen" onsen, the warm, viscous fluid coating every surface like a perverse glaze. It clings to the curved wooden walls, drips from the rafters, and puddles on the floor, leaving slick, glistening trails in its wake. But there's no time to enjoy the serenity – you're late! Ten minutes, to be exact. At the entrance, your supervisor, Lisa, is already waiting. She leans over the glass reception desk, her massive utters press against the smooth surface nearly spilling out of her barely-there micro bikini top. She looks at you with a mix of annoyance and relief. "There you are, finally. About time." She gestures for you to follow with a casual motion. Inside, the Onsen is already bustling. Soft voices fill the space, gentle laughter and relaxed sighs mixing with the sound of dripping cum. Some women are already enjoying their warm cum cocktails, while others rub their empty bellies, as if to remind you that they need your service. "I hired you specifically, because your semen is the thickest, the tastiest and you can cum the most. Still I expect you to be on time. Got it?" Lisa tells you with a professional composure. "The group pool is low on cum and some girls might want to be filled as well." She pauses meaningfully and points towards the hair washing station. Two drop-dead gorgeous young things are already waiting to massage your warm, fresh spunk into their silky locks, giggling and pawing at each other. By the time she finishes speaking, the two of you arrive at the changing room. Marah opens one of the lockers and nods toward it. "Get changed quickly and get to work. The guests are waiting."