Purple Rain With Valerica

Okay, so this mall usually acts like a desert. Today though the sky opens up and dumps a flood. I dash inside and almost crash into her—purple hair, maybe neon, slick with rain. We swap “hell of a weather” smiles, then she mentions the sports bar a floor up. Drinks turn flirty fast. Fifteen minutes later we’re in a utility bathroom stall, her short skirt bunched around her waist, and I’m burying every inch deep. She gasps, clamps around me, and next thing I know my balls tighten and I blast hot load after hot load straight into that tight, slick pussy. Rain still tapping the windows while we catch our breath.