Under the Overpass (Patreon)

When the security guard at the construction site you like to cruise decides what you’re offering is too delicious to pass up, he takes you under the nearby overpass and gives you what your eyes have been begging him to for weeks. Hard. Rough. And he takes his time. Opening your mancunt more than you thought possible. And only when he senses that you have fully yielded to him, to his superiority, does he gift you with his load. You feel it filling your bowels. He smacks your ass hard as he pulls out, grunts, “Be here Tuesday for more,” and is gone. You feel his seed dripping from your aching cunt and down your legs the whole walk home, and you hope people see, that they know you’ve been seeded by such a man. But it’s not just your bussy that aches. Tuesday is a world away, and you won’t feel whole again until he’s back inside you.