Eventually, our mysterious visitor left. Shot after shot of my liquid hot spunk poured into Sandy’s mouth and down his throat. I was confused at first, but got the message when he spun me around and pushed my head down, bending me over at the waist. After a minute of him making out with my open asshole, Sandy stood and began running his cock along the crack of my ass. “You want to go first?” He said, reaching for his crotch. There, I stopped and reversed, bringing him back into my mouth until he reach the limit once again. I was nearly begging for it. Shoes appearing outside my stall. I could feel my own cock pressing angrily against my pants, but that would have to wait. The door was locked behind him, and there we were, standing inches from each other.
