My first mature milk

The parking lot of the industrial parkWe met at eleven thirty in the rear parking lot of the industrial park located past the industrial park on the Toledo road. He told me to be punctual, that he didn't like waiting, and that if I arrived late, I could forget it. I arrived at eleven twenty-eight with my car shaking a bit in my hands.I parked at the back, where the streetlights didn't reach. A black Audi A6 was already there, engine running, lights off. He lowered the driver's window just enough for me to see his trimmed beard, gray hair combed back, and those calm bastard eyes that had already gotten me hard just from the WhatsApp audios."Get in," he said without greeting.I got in. It smelled of expensive leather, strong cologne, and blond rolling tobacco. I closed the door, and before I could put on my seatbelt, he already had his large hand on the back of my neck, squeezing."Look at me when I talk, bitch.I looked at him. Forty-something, well-preserved, white shirt with the first two buttons open, thick silver chain visible. He scanned me with his gaze as if evaluating livestock."Take off your pants. Now."I pulled down my jeans and boxers to my ankles in two clumsy movements. I had been hard since I turned into the industrial park's roundabout. He chuckled softly, a short, dry laugh."Look at this little slut coming... How long has it been since you've been filled like you're supposed to?" he asked."A few... months," I lied a bit."Lying shit. I bet you got on all fours for some kid yesterday who didn't even come inside you. Right?"I didn't answer. He gave me a soft but sharp slap on the cheek."Answer when I talk to you.""Yes... yesterday too," I admitted.He slowly unfastened his belt, the sound of the metal giving me goosebumps."Well, today you're going to swallow what's coming to you, faggot. Open your legs."He turned me around like I was made of cardboard, put me face down on the passenger seat with my face pressed against the leather. He spat on his hand, then on my ass, without delicacy. I felt the thick head pushing, making its way without permission."Damn, you're so tight... still tight. Who's been fucking you so badly that you're still this narrow?"He entered with a single thrust, all the way to the end. I screamed against the seat. He stayed still for a second, enjoying how I contracted around him."This is what you wanted, isn't it? For a real man to breed you like the cheap whore you are."He started pumping hard, without preamble, without caresses. Each thrust came with a new insult:"Whore.""Bitch.""Cock-teaser.""Shit-eating faggot.""You're going to leave here with my cum dripping down your legs, and you're going to go home like that, without cleaning up, so it dries inside you."I felt him swelling more inside, getting harder with each dirty word. He grabbed my hair, arched my back."Look at me. I want to see your face when I fill you."I turned my head as much as I could. He had his eyes closed, his jaw clenched, that expression of pure...