I wished I stayed home. Mature sex My heart was racing and knew that I couldn’t stop what was coming next. He hasn’t paid any attention after I showed him my fake ID. He probably thought I was some hot big time model with the merciless fuck he was giving me. I was in the middle of the restroom, far away from any stall legs or garbage cans to assist me. Ignoring the lingering odor of Clorox, I pass to the urinal and do my business. His alcoholic breath twisting my nostrils. His heavy balls swung and battered my cheeks. Especially little white faggots comin’ up ‘ere when they ain’t suppose to.” He now moved in front of the door entirely, moving towards me. With a mighty shove and moan, his old black cock rammed my teenage white ass. Me? I heard him spit and felt a clunky liquid drizzle down my ass. My moans shook his hand and my hips curled as he shoved that cock in and out.
