You have me standing in the back of a theatre. It’s the matinee of a movie in its fourth or fifth week, so the theatre is all but empty. Standing with the back of the seat pressing against the front of my thighs, I feel you approach and stand behind me just after the opening credits roll. Although we’ve never actually met, I’ve already been instructed by you not to turn around. So it is on faith alone that is indeed you and not some random frotterizer standing too close to me.
You move even closer to me, and you grip my waist with strong hands. I’ve been dripping wet since buying my ticket so when I feel your hard cock pressing against my ass I’m amazed at the new flood of juices coming from my pussy.
My breath catches in my throat as you jerk my skirt up and instinctively I start to swivel around to face you.
“Don’t you dare fucking turn around,” you whisper fiercely in my ear. “If you want me to stuff my thick white cock in that tight black pussy that I could smell from the lobby, then you’ll face fucking forward like the hungry hole that you are. Now reach back and spread those lips wide apart for me.”