Fake Agent – Dirty bastard SPUNKED ON MY ASS

The room was a mess, clothes strewn about, the air thick with lust and the faint smell of cheap whiskey. I watched her from the corner, a fake agent playing her part, her tits bared, nipples hard as fucking diamonds. She was laughing, a sound that cut through the filth, “No I can’t believe it,” she said, but her eyes were gleaming, hungry. She knew exactly what she was doing, those denim shorts riding up her thighs, ass cheeks peeking out, inviting. I could see the glisten of her pussy lips, swollen and ready, as she bent over, giving me a clear view of her tight little asshole. She wanted it dirty, wanted to be fucked raw, wanted to feel the spit and the sweat and the cum.

I grabbed her by the hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. She let out a moan, a filthy sound that made my cock throb. I spat on her ass, rubbing the saliva into her hole, pushing a finger in, feeling her clench around me. She grunted, pushing back against me, wanting more. I obliged, adding another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. My cock was out, hard and leaking, ready to pound her ass. I lined up, pushed in slowly, feeling her resistance, her tightness. She gasped, a sound of pain and pleasure mixed, as I started to fuck her ass, hard and deep, my balls slapping against her skin. I could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as I pounded into her, my cock covered in her ass juice, my fingers digging into her hips, leaving bruises. I was close, could feel the cum building in my balls. I pulled out, stroked my cock a few times, and came, my hot load spraying across her back, her ass, her tattoos a canvas for my filth. She moaned, a sound of satisfaction, as she reached back, rubbing my cum into her skin, marking herself as mine.