San Francisco underground raves were my fucking wild thing back in the day. Getting fucked up to the max, ending up in beds, random rooms, outside against a wall or even in a strangers car was a regular occasion for me.
After a few tabs of ecstasy, a line of coke, and a beer I was feeling fucking amazing. On the dance floor I felt a hard, wet, throbbing cock inserted into my pussy. The dark lights, I couldn’t see who it was, I put my ass in the air as he grabbed my hips, pounding the fuck outa my sweaty, soaking, dripping, freshly shaved cookie. I bent over, grabbed my ankles, he held onto my dress. It didn’t take long for ravers to notice him deep down inside me, his fat meat sausage so far up inside me you couldn’t even see his shaft.
I got down on my knees, music so loud my whole body bumping, choking, gagging, my lips tightly grabbing his shaft, his genitals disappearing inside my mouth. He’s holding onto my hair, we made a scene, everyone in a circle around us. My legs wide open, creamy, drippy, fudge pack exposed, so many finger’s came inside me to play.
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