Late that night, she wheeled the urinal outfit round the back of the pub in a shopping trolley, and carried it through into the gents while no one was...looking. Inside, she put it on the floor between two proper urinals, and squeezed herself into it. Then she waited. The long, agonising, yet strangely enjoyable wait.After half an hour, a slightly tipsy man entered. He approached the urinals, unzipped his flies, and then said: "Hey, what's this? Is this candid camera or something?"Phyllis kept. I gripped her tits and tweaked them roughly, pinching and playing with her nipples as I slammed into her again and again, fucking her relentlessly. Her head rolling around my pillows, moans escaping her lips as she urged to fuck her harder. Rolling her hips and thrust up to meet my cock as it pierced her pussy, she begged for it, needed to be pounded. Her screams echoed through the room, loud enough to alert the neighbors as she came over and over again on my cock. “FUCK ME, POUND MY PUSSY. Leading me by my hair we went into the bathroom, "Get on you knees whore" he ordered as he pushed me downwards. I was aware enough to know what he now had in mind and my assumption was correct as he slapped my face, "Open your mouth whore" he ordered and when I did, "Swallow my piss whore" he demanded and began to piss in my open mouth. I thought I could get away with spitting most of his piss out, but he caught me completely off guard when he suddenly rammed his cock into my piss filled mouth. This is my first story, so do be lenient. Thanks!
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