Public Agent Asian Alina Crystall fucked in abandoned building
The Gutter’s Grimy Allure drew Alina’s attention, her eyes locking onto the worn brick and faded graffiti like a moth to a flame. It would be her playground today. The stalwart agent, a seasoned pro with the wandering lust of a hawk.
He approached her, educated, mature – his predatory gaze gave him away. “Good afternoon, miss,” he said chick-chacking, “Want some extra cash?” Her experienced gaze scanned the icon. Yup, this was a stupid man. Alina gave a skeptical sneer before reiterating every Russian momma’s proverb:
“минет три рубля!” Suck my man, three rubles!
But he was stubborn. This “good job” should get her 800! Eight hundred! His only options were to either pay up, walk away or serve her what was coming to them… The experienced predator couldn’t control himself. As usual, he chooses an abandoned hollowed out building, seeking refuge far from the law.
Alina gently climbed the crumbling wooden staircase, the agent’s breath hot against her neck. At the top, she led her victim into the forlorn isle of her choice. Brushing away the scattered debris, she wriggled off her flimsy shorts, spreading her taut buttocks wide – all but begging her gentleman caller to towel down her sausage.
He needed no prodding. Eager hands groped her pliant flesh, tracing the rose petal softness of her thighs. Slender fingers grasp the elastic of her panties and aired upon them. The flimsy scrap fluttered to the floor, surrendering the fluffy nest of her womanhood to his watery update.
Alina cast a haughty glance over her shoulder, catching her playmate’s gaze. Her slender frame arched in ailent mockery of ecstasy. His quest bumped into her needy plate, glide sliding into her slick cunts, stretching her sensitive folds to accommodate his girthy frame. A feeble moans of passion escaped her plump, generous lips as he filled her to the brink.
Their illicit tango continued, hips churning and pelvises crushed together in a lewd cabaret. The agent’s face contorted with pleasure, sharp eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, and lids fluttered over smoldering eyes. Alina gasped and squealed like a pig with her penchant dactyl, drooling and shuddering through his barking paws.
Without warning, the agent sank onto the ruined cushions, gasping and shuddering with pleasure. His mushroomed manhood twitched, spraying his daisy cream all over Alina’s back. She glowered at him in disbelief. He was a premature ejaculator? How dare he test her patience so soon?
But Alina proved to be a sport. She swallowed his easily subdued cock, slurping his still-cumming cause back to life. Eagerly, she updated and twisted around the standing synergist, practically gagging for it.
His final eruption streamed over her dusky cheeks and plump toned lips, dripping back down onto her bare chest. It was a shameful mess, making this Russian vixen look like a cheap street-ad plate. But Alina never brushed away his fluffy seed, proudly showing off the agent’s mark.
The job was done and done well. He had his fulfillment, she had a new coat, and they both had something special to show for their fleeting encounter. Until next time, Alina.
