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Quiet Streets | GarfunkeL | 11

 

Ritter tugs on your ponytail, pulling your head up and using it as leverage as he hammers his cock into your juicy slit. The gurgle of the gas filling the van is beaten out by the wet slurp of Ritter's dick pummeling your pussy and the slap of his hips on your ass. You can feel the tattooed thug's cock swelling up as his orgasm approaches. He announces as much moments later.

"That tight pussy is gonna make me cum," Ritter grunts. "You feel that?"

"Yess," you moan, feeling his cock growing.

"Yeah," Ritter groans. "Yeah, take that dick. Take it. You wanna make me cum?"

"Yes!" You cry.

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna make you taste it," Ritter grunts while quickly pulling his cock out of you.

You whimper in disappointment but it's cut short when he roughly tugs your ponytail, manhandling your mouth near his pulsating member.

"Take it, bitch," he orders. You throw him a quick, angry glare but still open your mouth, swallowing half of his length inside.

"Ooh yes, that's it," Ritter moans and you can feel his cock throbbing.

Very quickly your mouth is filled with salty goodness. Your cheeks inflate, trying to hold it all in. Finally, he pulls his cock out, allowing you to spit his cum on the ground.

"Hey!" Ritter says but you concentrate more on getting back to your feet and re-dressing.

"This was a one-time thing, Ritter", you say while getting back into the van.

 

Surplus store? Something else?


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