Mad_Hater 21, fed up with life and the way things r going, he decides on a night he has to work to call in and tells his young wife he's off. But to where he does not know. All he knows is that he wants to satisfy that painfully hard bulge in between his legs. He knows this will not be satisfied by just the daily fucking of his hateful wife.
He walks out the door and climbs into his 92 Buick Regal and he checks his glove compartment for cash. In there he finds all his hidden secrets he stashes for himself all the time. Like his nice bag of coke he's been saving for just an occasion like this. When inevitably he would get pissed off at his wife and proceed to take his frustrations out on a tall glass of the first warm spunk that came his way. Only thing is... Where to go?
He walks out the door and climbs into his 92 Buick Regal and he checks his glove compartment for cash. In there he finds all his hidden secrets he stashes for himself all the time. Like his nice bag of coke he's been saving for just an occasion like this. When inevitably he would get pissed off at his wife and proceed to take his frustrations out on a tall glass of the first warm spunk that came his way. Only thing is... Where to go?
