She was lost in her music and she didn't really notice the contact other commuters made when they lightly jolted against each her as the train rolled ...own the tracks. Through her ear buds she listened as Trent Reznor's sultry voice filled her ears, and her mind began to roam when suddenly a stranger's hand brushed up against her ass. At first she attributed it to the bumpy train ride, but when she felt his fingers lightly squeeze her cheek she knew it was more than just an "accident." She. She was surprised but at the same time intrigued with that info. I figured that I should lay it all out there and tell her everything about my lifelong fantasy's about IR sex. The more I talked about what turned me on, the more she was liking what she was hearing.Then she really made my day by saying that she thought we could have some real fun together. I couldn't wait to hear what she had in mind and what she said sent me to the moon. She said that she had been wanting a white boy to have. Despite her absolutely soaked cunt, and the sloshing sounds as he pushed his head up and down between her lips, he still struggled to get inside he. He pushed as hard as he could, almost painfully bending his cock from the preassure, before there was a sudden release and in one swift motion he was buried inside her. He was enjoying the feel of her juices splashing his balls. He grabbed her neck and squeezed to show domination as he pounded her unceremoniously. He was pounding her so hard that. After putting the flat rock back across the oven’s entrance, he stood looking at his work. “I’ll let it stay like that for an hour or so, then add more hot coals. Maybe, if I’m patient, the mud will continue to dry slowly enough that there won’t be any major cracks. More hassle, but dammit, I want an oven so I can bake some bread.”“No matter what I do, it seems I have to do something else first. Fuck,” he muttered as he stood, “it’s like picking myself up by my bootstraps, as the saying goes.”.