“YEAH, BITCH!” he yelled. “THAT FUCKIN’ HURTS, DON’T IT?! FUCKIN’ GET USED TO IT, FAGGOT!”He was totally going b**st mode on Tyson’s p...nk ass! Pounding him, punching him, slapping him, and roaring obscenities in his face. Tyson screamed and sobbed as he suffered excruciating and seemingly endless pain. I loved hearing him scream, knowing that he was getting a taste of his own medicine. Over and over Cody rammed himself into Tyson, and over and over Tyson screamed as though he was being. This girl believed that there were no holds barred when it came to sex and this often near placed me in danger of a heart attack but I always survived, barely sometimes.We met at a sports bar when a bunch of my friends about 8 of us in all were chilling out watching some English league football via satellite. Manchester United was about to score in the 79th minute when I turned to poke some fun at the Chelsea supporters about the last rites being read when I saw her walking towards our table.. As I looked up from my phone I saw him watching me from a window on the ground floor. He'd managed to get me wet before I'd even walked through the door. 'Two can play at that game,' I said to myself. I went straight into the toilet when I got into work and took several pictures. Not long after that, we were both in the morning meeting when I sent the first picture. It was of me from the waist up with just a few buttons of my blouse undone. I loved watching his reaction as he discreetly. Slowly the man began caressing the front of my shorts where now my sex was bulging huge and throbbing painfully hard. Obviously; I did not resist or protest because he had started stroking my wand which I was about to do myself anyway. Soon he was squeezing, clutching and kneading my cock to the best of my joy. He made a remark that my cock was not a one hand job due to its size and slowly took my hand and placed it on his fully erected and plenty swollen cock. It was really bigger than mine 8.