The fag was sitting there, tears running down her cheeks, snot dripping from her nose, looking used and abused. “You want me to stop?” he said. Read 16635 times |
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he was in a foul mood, and was – incongruously – horny too! The sign at the doorway indicated that to enter one had to purchase coupons for the video booths first. Then he heard a door open and close, and he heard the unmistakable sound of high heels coming toward him. He was a working man, and he had large, strong fingers – calloused – rough. The faggot coughed, tears running down her cheeks, and sat on the floor naked as the man wiped his cock clean, pulled up his pants, and walked out of the booth, leaving the door wide open.
