Mr. Fuckme suddenly announced he was cumming. How dare he, I thought. I thrust my arse down onto his cock and then pushed it to and fro on his thighs....He was spunking inside me in seconds after that manoeuvre. It was now Mr. Redhead's second turn and I did the same to him as I had done to his other two friends. After another mind-blowing orgasm, I finally felt sated enough to climb off the guys and leave them lying on the floor. I looked on them and concluded that they were all fucked out. I. . Amol.. go slow.. Aahh.”Amol could only move faster after hearing these lusty toned words and there was no way he was thinking of slowing down. The movements of the train in rhythm were also helping things move fast.As both were warming in each other, the effect of AC was hardly there and both wear a little sweaty. Amol was moving down from her neck to boobs and to her navel. That moment of ecstasy made Shivani lose herself and the touch on her navel made her stretch herself a bit which led to. My mom said “Beta could you wait. I will be back from the washroom.”“Maa you don’t need to go to the washroom. It will come to you!”I shoved Aarif’s face inside mom’s pussy and she took a nice piss on this bastard’s face. Mom kept on abusing him “Saale haramzaade! Humein uss din itna zaleel kiya tha beharami se (read revenge on bullies – part 1). Now drink my piss! Yeaaahhh faggot! just like that! and then clean it nice and good!” Mom was enjoying it. Now Shiva got undressed and said sir I cant. I was quivering with pleasure and dreading the pain that I knew was forthcoming. “Let’s begin.” He said. He removed his blue denim jacket and placed it on the table next to me. I shifted my eye to my left and saw him standing next to me. His blue shirt and bluish grey tie was most professional and stood in contrast to my humiliating position. I could hear him roll up his sleeves. Without warning, he began the spanking. Each stroke was rapid. He would hit the same spot, 3, 4, 5 times or more..