
The moment we slammed the door to his apartment, the pretense vanished. I ripped his jeans open and stepped out of my skirt, revealing my rock-hard cock standing tall. Mark’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He dropped to his knees instantly, his mouth hanging open before he lunged forward, wrapping his lips around my head and sucking me deep into his throat. He was gagging, his eyes watering, but he didn’t stop, obsessed with the feel of a dick on a woman.
I grabbed his hair, shoving my cock deeper into his mouth, forcing him to take every inch. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top. I guided my thick shaft into his tight, trembling ass, sliding in with one heavy thrust. He let out a muffled scream against the floor, his body arching as I hammered into him. I rode him like a maniac, my cock sliding in and out of his heat with wet, slapping sounds. He was sobbing and moaning, his “straight” identity shattering as I pumped my hot cum deep into his ass.







They took this anal cum dumpster and bent me over the picnic table behind the showers. One trucker climbed on the bench and shoved his fat cock hard into my sloppy, cum-filled hole while another climbed in front and forced his cock down my throat again.






