When I got inside, there was a small, fat, balding (comb over) Mexican behind the counter. What do you mean? Xnx I could feel my cunt getting wetter and wetter. The old pervert was standing on the other side laughing! My boyfriend convinced me to stay off the interstate and take the back way home. I guess I’m old school. “You suck Juan! “Do what I say!”
I opened my mouth and he spit in it. It was about 9:45 pm on a Saturday and I was on the outskirts of Vaughn, NM. I had to have the bastard! Dirty fucking Mexicans. When I came back he told me to go wipe the dried spit off my face. “Now you lick me good.”
He turned around with his smelly ass facing me and I spread his cheeks and licked his dirty crack.
