One can after all, be called a slut as an insult or as a compliment. Indian Sex These thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt by the guy who was fucking my mouth, suddenly grasping my head and nearly choking me with his cock which he pushed right to my throat as it gushed it’s tacky cum in copious amounts. Even though I’d not gotten over my nervousness about those other men outside, I felt so beautifully dirty at the thought of being fucked by a total stranger, in the men’s toilet block, while my husband was nearby happily watching the game. I pulled back. “No, he likes me wearing this skirt,” I replied. The coffees were brought, and the guy paid for both. “God, what if we’re seen going in,” the thought raced through my brain. How I shoved myself back onto his gorgeous, big, hard cock in response to his own lustful thrusts. I was sure more men had arrived. “Aw c’mon, you can’t tell me you’re not here to show yourself off.”
I really didn’t like the look of this man, but I nevertheless felt sexual stirrings mingled with the extreme embarrassment that I felt. “You’re the one who’s rude,” he laughed, then added, “lewd even.”
Goodness!
