Four Minutes Per Stall

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The door slammed.

“Hurry up, you have four minutes!” I told him.  

“But I’m not ready yet,” he replied rushing to unzip his jeans.    

“C’mon, you know how many are waiting for me!?” I hissed.  

He finally retrieved his cock jacking it off to a full erection.  

I dropped to my knees and started sucking him hard and deep.  

“Oooh,” he moaned, “I needed this so bad.”  

Two minutes of my expert mouth and he was blowing his load down my throat.  

I swallowed it all, stood quickly, and left him without a word, moving on to the next stall.  

 

 

 

Published 5 years ago

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