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Fuck the Poor! | sindermann | 4

 

He stared deeply into her eyes, almost like a cobra. Autumn stare back, pleading with her teary, hazel eyes. He reached down, and with a quick motion, she was up and her back against the wall. His face was inches from hers. He reached under her skirt, and moved her panties to the side. She felt it. His cock slid along her lips. She couldn't understand how someone could do this. She felt the head of his cock find her virgin hole.

"Please dont." she said, barely whispering, still staring pleadingly into his eyes. A smile parted his lips, and he drove his cock into her. Autumn's lower lip quivered. She tried to hold it in, but a gasp escaped her lips. He pushed in slowly, all the way. She clamped her eyes shut and whined in pain.

He held her by her thighs, and slowly, methodically slid in and out of her young, velvet pussy. Her breasts crushed against his chest, the Latino held her against the wall. Autumn couldn't believe this was happening. She started to hyperventilate. The Latino felt her body betraying her. Her juices started to flow. He grabbed her soft ass and started pumping into her faster. Her senses exploded. Autumn tried to retreat up the wall, but she was held firmly. She felt the cold tile against her back, smelled the stale urine and soap smell of the restroom, and felt every centimeter of his cock sliding over unused muscles deep inside her.

He grunted as he rammed it home, harder and faster until her tits were bouncing. She had to hold the back of his neck. Her mouth fell open as his tempo increased. She heard a moan escape her lips between sobs.

 

what happens next?


          On your knees!

 
 
 

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