Give in to Mr. Crassle

Mr. Crassle rubs his shaft up and down the crack of your ass as he plays with your slippery pussy. His thrusting fingers make raunchy wet sounds as they tease your clit and thrust in and out of you.

"I can feel how wet you're getting," he murmurs, "just admit it. Tell me you want it."

You can't stand it anymore. You need his cock inside you!

"Yes," you moan, "yes, I want it."

"I knew it, you little slut," he laughs triumphantly. "Tell me to fuck your tight little pussy."

"Yes," you push back against his fingers. "I need you to fuck my tight little pussy."

He pulls his hand away from your cunt and takes hold of his raging hard on. He guides the head to the entrance of your sopping slit and teases up and down, coating his throbbing helmet in your juices. You writhe against his cock and try to push him into your cunt.

"Yeah, let me see that little ass move," he releases his grip on your arm and smacks your ass.

You wiggle from side to side and moan at the feeling of his hard dick massaging your pussy lips. He spanks you again and then rubs your firm butt. His hand slides up to your hip and in one easy motion he buries his dick in your dripping cunt.

"Ohhhh," you groan in unison.

"You're so big and hard," you moan.

"You're so hot and wet," he counters.

Mr. Crassle begins gently, sliding his cock in and out of your tight pussy. Your ass presses into the older man's stomach and his balls swing against your clit with each deep thrust.

"Fuck me with that dick," you demand, each word punctuated by a thrust. "

"You like that, you little slut?" He spanks you again and pulls apart your ass cheeks to watch his cock piston in and out of your pussy.

"Oh, I love it," you moan and throw your head back.

Together you work into an increasingly violent rhythm. Your ass slaps against him and you bounce it up and down, working your muscles around his rigid dick. He takes hold of your hips with both hands and pounds in and out of you. The walls of the stall shake with each thrust and you can hear people in the bathroom whispering.

"Viagra is a wonderful thing," Mr. Crassle remarks.

"Keep...fucking me...," you reply as your climax builds.

In no time you're crying out with ecstasy as the stiff pole hammers you to an intense orgasm. You thrust back even more urgently, squeezing and milking the old man's prick with your teenage cunt.

You can feel Mr. Crassle's cock swelling within your clenching walls and you can tell his own orgasm is building.