“You’re the one fucking my fingers, you whore.”“I’m-I’m not,” she meekly gasped, but she knew it was true. She was wiggling her ass up a...d down his fingers, helping him finger-rape her needy cunt right there on a crowded train.The train slowed and came to a stop. It was the door across from where she stood that opened. She held still. The man withdrew his fingers most of the way from her sopping cunt, but his tough, calloused fingertips (how many? She had no idea, but she hated how her cunt. Coral pulled my willing body upwards. Our mouths met. Her hand reached down between our bodies, grasped my hard cock, placed the knob into the open maw of her cunt; she used her hands on my arse to pull me to her. My thick shaft slid easily into her lovely large cunt. Her sex engulfed me. My cupped scrotum rested against the fat labia in the wide wet slot of her sex. Slowly I slid in and out of Coral’s large deep pussy. Slowly she rocked her awesome body in rhythm to my movements. Her arms. I went as far as scholarly intrigue could take me and further. But in the end, I came no closer to understanding that night than so many of my colleagues before me. I would never be the one to solve this mystery.Here, surrounded by Rokkenjima books and related paraphernalia, I can be proud of one thing:I love the characters in this story more than anyone.That might sound conceited to you, but I assure you: it's true. There are those among my peers who prefer to approach this work as a mystery.. “You aren’t as loud as usual.” I moved my ass over her face, “Why don’t you fill your mouth with something?” I laughed and continued to lick her pussy juices.She laughed too and cooed “With pleasure.”She rubbed her middle finger over my pussy lips and her thumb over my clit. I got instantly wet when she tasted my lips for the first time. She kissed my pussy and rubbed it gently. Her hand pressed on my clit and I jerked on her hand.She laughed. “Someone has a sensitive little pussy.”“I could say.