Sometimes I find myself lonely, in need of cock and the hook-up app on my phone is just not cutting it…
That’s when I resort to old school tactics of getting my hot ass out there and pounding the pavement looking for hard cock.
So… downtown Palm Springs there are many restaurants and bars, and along with those establishments you’ll find the alley-ways and dumpsters out back and there you’ll find hot Latino men standing there taking a smoke break, passing time.
Little do they know, I’m stalking them right now…
On this particular sunny day in Palm Springs I found myself working my cam shows and phone sex lines and I was getting so close to cumming so many times, but I’m so damn good at what I do… I was getting off all the cocks before me!
“God dammit,” I muttered, stripping off my cam clothes and putting on my sex-stalker clothes of no panties, heels, a short skirt that barely hung below my ass cheeks and skimpy halter top that did very little to contain my massive tits.
“Fuckin’ quick ‘cummers….” I continued to mutter as I got into my car and drove downtown. I parked in the parking structure and began to walk the alley-way and there he was – young, hard body, out back by the dumpster; the air was rank but there was enough privacy.
“Hey handsome…” I called out.
He looked up, a bit startled but my legs and hips where swaying towards him and he dropped his cigarette.
I was bold and confident as I opened up my halter top, my big tits hanging there for only a second – his mouth now wide open – and I began to massage and tweak my nipples.
“Want some?” I teased.
I grappled at his belt, his zipper, and yanked his pants down and took hold of the semi-hard Mexican meat in my mouth. With a few expert sucks and licks I could feel his prick begin to grow, filling up my mouth and being so fucking horny, I was on my knees like a weak-bitch gagging and dripping spit down my chin.
But of course, I’m not a weak-bitch, and so it was only a matter of moments when I turned around, lifted up my skirt, and demanded he put that now 8 inches of solid Latino meat into my very pretty, very pink, very wet snatch.
He pushed me against the wall face first, bent me over slightly with my hands pressing against the wall, fingered at my cunt and then I felt his swollen cock-head pop thought my tight pussy hole. I pushed back and jerked off my large clit while he slammed into me – bare backed – without mercy and with what felt like a steel pole ramming into my wet core. My cunt walls were swollen, the juice streaming down my thighs and I felt the pressure – finally – of my orgasm begin to swell and press against his fuck-stick.
“Fuck me you son-of-a-bitch!” I screamed, not caring that the whole kitchen where he worked probably heard, “fuck me make me cum…ahhh…”
Cumming I nearly passed out, I had been edging for so long, my Latino stud busted his nut in me, slammed me a few more times, and pulled out.
He looked almost sorry, embarrassed – he seemed like a nice young man – and when I stepped back, smiled at him, smoothed out my skirt and strutted away with cum dripping down my thighs… I will assume he figured a way to get over it!
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