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The second workmate in fact lived next door to us and as it ended up he had actually seen me in among those abovementioned pick up areas, getting rather friendly with this tall great looking Jamaican man called Leo. I was strolling house one night, having been out playing football, when I heard him call me over. He was standing in the doorway of his double garage, and as quickly as I reviewed he pulled the door down behind me, got my arms and required my upper body down over the front of his Merc. Within seconds he had my shorts down and was reaming my arse with his cock, calling me all the unclean names he could think of, hissing them into my ear as he pumped me. He held both my slim wrists together in one hand, forcing them higher up my back with each thrust he made, his other hand reached round in front and he pinched and twisted at my tough nipples. His wife and three kids might not have been much more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, however that did not deter as he savaged my arse! Obviously, I must make it clear that I loved this type of treatment, a rough violent fuck was the best kind I could get, however I liked to put some kind of token resistance or objection to increase the satisfaction even further. Regrettably, popular as they were, my preferred haunts did not always supply me with a genuinely fulfilling encounter, often I entirely started out. After one such total blowout and feeling randy and exceptionally frustrated I decided to head into the city and see if I might enter into the porno theatre. Although I was only thinking about cock, and the theatre just showed straight films I might a minimum of view some well-hung stud going through their speeds and imagine it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.

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