♪ Motorcycle Dealer Used Me in Red Socks
Late Saturday afternoon I was at home waiting for a married guy who wanted to grab me by the panties. I had already prepared myself all ready to receive him, I was clean and put red lace under my shorts and lay on the couch waiting. It was getting close to time and the guy texted me saying that he would be late and wouldn't arrive until much later. My friend gave me a number and I called, explained who he had indicated and asked for delivery, passed the address.
He parked on the sidewalk, I opened the gate, he took off his helmet and came to the door. Dark-skinned, tall, broad shoulders, sweaty white T-shirt, short jeans, arms and neck covered with tattoos. Smell of sweat and some motorcycle gasoline. Didn't have anything apparent in hand. I invited him inside. He entered and I closed the door
Inside the room he took out a small package from inside his shorts and put it on top of the table. I extended the money. He counted the notes in front of me calmly, one by one, and only then put them back into his pocket. When he looked up, he stopped at my shorts. The red lace of his underwear was appearing somewhat. He stood looking at that piece of cloth without saying anything. Silence grew heavy. Then he raised his face and stared at me.
- That underwear guy, you're horny is it, your little whore?
I couldn't answer at the time, he stepped forward.
Do you live here alone?
I said yes. He asked if I was expecting someone. I replied that I had arranged with a guy, but he was late and would only arrive later. He became silent again, still looking at his underwear, and came closer. I ended up sitting in the chair
Do you like a bad boy, bitch?
He opened the zipper and pulled out his cane, a big brown stick with strong smell of sweat and itch.
I'm the boss here, you whore You came in your underwear offering yourself now open your mouth and swallow
He pulled me by the back of my neck hard and stuck his dick in my mouth all at once. The smell came up strongly. I choked, tried to turn around but he held it firm and shoved it down my throat. He kept fucking my mouth with desire calling me a whore.
After a while he pulled his stick, still hard and wet, and looked at me from above.
Get up, go to your room.
I went down the corridor still dizzy, and back in that room he turned me over on my bed, ripped off my shorts without taking off his panties and pulled away the red lace with his thumb.
<unk> What a tight ass, huh... of ours.
He spat, brushed again and began to penetrate slowly.
Shit, little whore... that's delicious.
He put it all in, and I felt his bag hitting me. And he took out the cell phone and said that he was going to film for a show of proceeds, and started recording. As we were halfway through, he pulled off his shirt with one hand. The tattooed, brown sweaty chest came up.
After a while he pulled out his stick, grabbed my hair and shoved it into my mouth. I felt the smell of dick mixed with the taste of my ass. I sucked. He held my head and fucked me in the throat until I suffocated. Then he stuck harder again on my butt. The sound of bursting buttocks filled the room. He repeated the cycle several times: half raw, pulling, making me suck the molasses-laden stick and then breaking open again. My red panties got wet. He didn't take them off; all he did was move away the fabric to insert. Which had already been opened, soft and noisy.
At one point he vibrated, punched deep and I felt the hot fucking gush inside me. The thick liquid started to leak even with him still buried. It ran through his balls and wet his panties. He put more until it foam a little bit. He pulled his stick slowly, looked at the white thread coming down and pushed again into my mouth.
Clean it up.
I cleaned up, licked his head and trunk... swallowed all the shit that had gotten out of him.
He got dressed in a hurry, took his shirt off and straightened it up so I walked him to the exit. After the door closed I was alone on the bed with my ass throbbing and sliding down; I stuck two fingers deeply, collected the hot pussy that was still inside of me and put it into my mouth; I stretched out my fingers and swallowed it.
I've got the video, you ask me if you want to see it... and if you wanna use me in a similar way or worse than that, call me.
He parked on the sidewalk, I opened the gate, he took off his helmet and came to the door. Dark-skinned, tall, broad shoulders, sweaty white T-shirt, short jeans, arms and neck covered with tattoos. Smell of sweat and some motorcycle gasoline. Didn't have anything apparent in hand. I invited him inside. He entered and I closed the door
Inside the room he took out a small package from inside his shorts and put it on top of the table. I extended the money. He counted the notes in front of me calmly, one by one, and only then put them back into his pocket. When he looked up, he stopped at my shorts. The red lace of his underwear was appearing somewhat. He stood looking at that piece of cloth without saying anything. Silence grew heavy. Then he raised his face and stared at me.
- That underwear guy, you're horny is it, your little whore?
I couldn't answer at the time, he stepped forward.
Do you live here alone?
I said yes. He asked if I was expecting someone. I replied that I had arranged with a guy, but he was late and would only arrive later. He became silent again, still looking at his underwear, and came closer. I ended up sitting in the chair
Do you like a bad boy, bitch?
He opened the zipper and pulled out his cane, a big brown stick with strong smell of sweat and itch.
I'm the boss here, you whore You came in your underwear offering yourself now open your mouth and swallow
He pulled me by the back of my neck hard and stuck his dick in my mouth all at once. The smell came up strongly. I choked, tried to turn around but he held it firm and shoved it down my throat. He kept fucking my mouth with desire calling me a whore.
After a while he pulled his stick, still hard and wet, and looked at me from above.
Get up, go to your room.
I went down the corridor still dizzy, and back in that room he turned me over on my bed, ripped off my shorts without taking off his panties and pulled away the red lace with his thumb.
<unk> What a tight ass, huh... of ours.
He spat, brushed again and began to penetrate slowly.
Shit, little whore... that's delicious.
He put it all in, and I felt his bag hitting me. And he took out the cell phone and said that he was going to film for a show of proceeds, and started recording. As we were halfway through, he pulled off his shirt with one hand. The tattooed, brown sweaty chest came up.
After a while he pulled out his stick, grabbed my hair and shoved it into my mouth. I felt the smell of dick mixed with the taste of my ass. I sucked. He held my head and fucked me in the throat until I suffocated. Then he stuck harder again on my butt. The sound of bursting buttocks filled the room. He repeated the cycle several times: half raw, pulling, making me suck the molasses-laden stick and then breaking open again. My red panties got wet. He didn't take them off; all he did was move away the fabric to insert. Which had already been opened, soft and noisy.
At one point he vibrated, punched deep and I felt the hot fucking gush inside me. The thick liquid started to leak even with him still buried. It ran through his balls and wet his panties. He put more until it foam a little bit. He pulled his stick slowly, looked at the white thread coming down and pushed again into my mouth.
Clean it up.
I cleaned up, licked his head and trunk... swallowed all the shit that had gotten out of him.
He got dressed in a hurry, took his shirt off and straightened it up so I walked him to the exit. After the door closed I was alone on the bed with my ass throbbing and sliding down; I stuck two fingers deeply, collected the hot pussy that was still inside of me and put it into my mouth; I stretched out my fingers and swallowed it.
I've got the video, you ask me if you want to see it... and if you wanna use me in a similar way or worse than that, call me.
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