He pulled her up and spun her around making her lean over the back of the chair.
With a firm grip on her white slut ass, she felt a hard rubbery knob push her pussy open. With a squeal, she pressed her face against the video console. And the channels kept changing. The stall changed its different hues of light.
"Oh - fuck!" she moaned while the black man pushed and thrust as forceful as he could, not wanting to spend all night in a booth. Lori looked at the video screen that was pressing against her eyeball. All she could make out was white flesh at the mercy of black cock. All she could hear were lustful moans and deep growls. Or was that coming from April's booth?
Feeling a slick, hot blast splatter inside her pussy, she knew she met the needs of another man. "That's what I needed. Yep. Pussy!" said the black man who was almost polite. She gasped for air. As the video screen went black, she felt a pair of feminine hands. Feeling her up at first but then dressing her. Her eyes half closed, she was escorted out the booth where all she remembered were muttered cheers.
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