Before he came, he laid me back on the table, got on top of me, placed his cock in between my titties, and squeezed my titties tightly together on his cock. He then stood next to me as he lifted his arm while holding his phone. I was so addicted to Carl and his cock that I didn’t want him to stop fucking me. I was so naive thinking that the guys at work were friendly and nice to me because that’s who they were but now I know that was not the case. I ignored his requests, gathered my coat, and took small side steps towards the end of the bus stop bench to get away from this perverted and creepy man. His thrusts in and out of me were so rapid and strong that there were loud echos within the building of his balls slapping my ass and vibrating sounds of my pussy juices gushing. From there, he took off his work jacket, laid it flat on the building’s dusty cement floor, and threw me down on top of his jacket. I was panicking knowing that someone I knew has dirty pictures of me. Your titties are the best thing about you Peta. Carl was 59 years old, stood about 5’10, 275 lbs., balding, chubby, with a huge beer belly
