Натурал кончил мне на лицо в туалете торгового центра. Реал

The heavy door of the grimy public toilet in the bustling shopping mall swings shut behind me, the cacophony of chattering shoppers, screeching children, and pounding pop music muted into a dull throb. The fluorescent lights flicker and buzz, illuminating the grimy tiles and reeking puddles on the floor. I take a deep breath, the stench of urine, sweat, and cheap cologne hitting the back of my throat.

I’m here on a mission. I scan the graffitied walls and closed doors, my heart pounding in my chest. Then I see him, leaning against the far wall, his muscular frame silhouetted in the dim light. He catches my eye and smirks, running a hand through his tousled blond hair.

Strutting over, I fall to my knees in front of him, my hands finding the buckle of his belt. He’s wearing faded jeans, the fly straining over his obvious bulge. I nuzzle my face against his crotch, inhaling deeply. He smells of sex and sin.

“Go on then, slut,” he growls, undoing his fly and freeing his massive cock. It springs out, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight.

Wrapping my lips around his girthy shaft, I start to suck. He tastes of salt and musk, the massive length of him stretching my jaw wide. I bob up and down, swirling my tongue along his frenulum, savoring his groans of pleasure.

He tangles his fingers in my hair, roughly pushing me down further on his cock. I relax my throat, allowing him to hit the back of my throat and triggering my gag reflex. Tears sting my eyes, but I force myself to breathe through my nose, focusing on the delicious stretch and burn.

“That’s it, take it you filthy cocksucker,” he snarls, fucking my face with long, deep strokes. Spit dribbles down my chin as I struggle to keep up. Drool pools in my mouth, making wet, squelching sounds as he uses my throat.

Suddenly, he pulls me off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting from my swollen lips to his engorged tip. I gasp for breath, the acrid taste of despair and arousal thick on my tongue. He aims his cock at my face, the bulbous head mere inches from my mouth.

“Open wide, slut,” he commands. With a guttural groan, he explodes, rope after rope of hot, sticky cum splattering across my face. I open my mouth, tongue extended, trying to catch as much of his load as possible.

I feel it slide into my hair, matting my locks. It drips down my cheeks, trickles into my ears. The bitter taste fills my mouth as I swallow rapidly, gulping down his salty essence. I can barely see through the thick layer of jizz glazing my eyes.

He chuckles darkly, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans. “Fuckin’ hot mess,” he sneers, giving my messy face a kick with his polished dress shoe. “Clean yourself up, cumdump.”

I nod numbly, picking myself up off the grimy tiled floor. Cum drips down my chin and into the collar of my shirt as I stumble towards the sinks, my head ringing. I glance in the cracked mirror and barely recognize the debauched mess staring back.

I turn the faucet on, cupping cool water in my hands and splashing it across my sticky face. The cum floats away down the drying drain. I dry my hands on my jeans and take a deep breath, blinking rapidly as my vision clears.

Shuffling to the door, I hesitate, my hand on the handle. Then I open it and step out into the garish fluorescent light of the mall, the cacophony of the outside world crashing over me like a tidal wave. I adjust my damp shirt and walk away, leaving the bathroom of shame behind me, but feeling forever changed by the filthy assignation within.