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Getting an idea, Mr Crassle steps up onto the bench lining the back wall of the booth. Without breaking the sloppy kiss, he pulls you back with him, and allows you to settle your feet on the bench on either side of him.

You are now standing high enough so that only your lower legs should show from the outside, but trying to balance on the bench is quite tricky, since you both have to lean forward to not bump into the low ceiling of the booth.
Desperately you try to steady yourself, holding on to the walls of the booth for support. Your ass is pushed tightly against Mr Crassle's crotch and you can feel his erection pressing into you.

'FLASH'

Another flash lights the booth, probably just at the right height to get a good shot at your pussy.

Just as you finally find a somewhat comfortable position, you feel Mr Crassle's callous hand on your hip, gliding over your soft skin towards your pussy lips.
You can't help but let out a breathless moan as you feel two fingers slowly rub along your slit. They feel so hot against your still ice-cream-cold pussy and you squirm against them in need. You feel his other hand grabbing your left tit and kneading it roughly.

'FLASH'

The next picture captures Mr Crassle's hands mauling your body.

The exposure to the camera, and Mr Crassle's rough caresses drive you wild. You need those fingers inside you, to relieve the cold. No, you need his cock, his searing hot cock spurting hot seed into your eager pussy. “Come on, you old fart; fuck me already!” You moan.

“Now, now. That's no way to talk to your senior. If you want something, girl, you should as nicely.” He brings his other hand down to your pussy, spreading your lower lips.

'FLASH'

Another flash, another picture exposing your wide open pussy, with a trickle of molten ice-cream escaping your hole and running down your leg.

Mr Crassle's cockiness is starting to annoy you, but you relent, too worked up to really care. “Please sir. I need it inside me. Please fuck me.” You rub your ass in his groin, hoping to get him worked up enough to finally give you his cock. But the old man just keeps running his fingers along your pussy lips, and lightly nibbling your ear.
“Please Mr Crassle, put your old cock in my little young pussy. Claim me with your bit, strong pole, make me yours, make me scream. “ You are **** for a reaction now.

“That's better, “he whispers into your ear, “but you are a big girl now, Joy. If you want my cock, you need to get it out yourself.
With an eagerness that almost knocks you off the bench, you put one hand between your spread legs, find his zipper and hastily pull it down. You work his cock free of its confinement and let it slide between your legs. As it hits your pussy, you moan involuntarily and your legs get wobbly, forcing you to use both hands to steady yourself against the walls again.

'FLASH'

The next picture, of Mr Crassle's fat, veiny cock rubbing against your pussy.

“Do you want this old cock to fuck you senseless?” Mr Crassle words now comes in labored breaths. You can feel the sweat on his hairy chest against your back, and dripping on your neck and shoulder. “Yes!” you hiss.
“Do you want me to squirt my seed deep inside you?”
“Yes, I need your hot seed, Mr Crassle.”
“Who does your sweet cunny belong to? Whose slut are you?”
“You, you greasy mean old man. I'm your little slut! I'm your little fucktoy! I...AAAAHHH!”

Suddenly he jerks forward, impaling you completely on his pole, lifting you off your feet, and making you fall forward as your hands lose their grip on the walls.
Your head is almost level with the camera, as you finally finally manage to catch yourself with your arms grabbing the front wall of the cubicle.

Certain that some passerby must have heard your scream you try to peek under the curtain if anybody stops to see what's going on. But Mr Crassle's forceful fucking makes it impossible to concentrate.

'FLASH'

You stare directly into the camera in front of you, as the last picture fires, capturing the crazed look of lust and abandon on your face and your wildly bouncing breasts, as Mr Crassle pummels you from behind in fast, frantic stokes.
You bite your lips to keep from screaming in ecstasy. The searing hot cock pistoning in and out of your pussy feels so incredible as you see people move about outside the booth and hear their voices.

Soon you feel your orgasm rising, as you feel Mr Crassle dick stiffen inside you.