“Please, it hurts. Your cock’s too big!” I begged.He put his hand over my mouth and fucked harder. “Professor Whore’s never been fucked by a...real man, have you? Now shut up, and enjoy it!” Good god, it hurt so badly. I sobbed and moaned, but he kept his hand over my mouth and continued pounding me. My husband never lasted anywhere near as long as the president fucked me. When I was certain my cunt would be permanently damaged, he moaned, and his cum shot into me.He turned off the water after. The woman felt her body coming apart. She knew there were times when the only thing touching her was Jack's cock. He was leaning back, looking down, watching the progress of his thick cock-meat as it slipped sloppily into her cunt.Then he was on top of her again, his arms covering hers, his lips kissing and sucking at the back of her neck while he fucked rapidly into her cunt. He was holding her hard, keeping his fingers hooked around her hip bones, while riding her down onto the floor.Jackie. I sat down and put my music back on and before long had dropped off. Suddenly an announcement came that I had arrived in London so I quickly put my music away in my bag and got up to get off the train. Finally we had stopped, I stepped off onto the platform and began making my ways to the stairs that would take me outside. As I walked up the steps I looked ahead of me and at the top was this man in the mask ,he was just looking down at me waving. I looked behind me incase he was waving to. The front door opened. Josh walked in, plain white tee, blue jeans, sneakers. He looked at me. "Hi." I said, nervously. "Hi." he replied. "Whos your girlfriend?" I asked. Nice one, Captain obvious. "Amy Beigel." he said. "But she's not the one I like, the one I likes name starts with…m. " then he rushed up the stairs, dropping his cap on the top step. I was confused. Did he mean me…or? I left the Hamiltons later that night, still puzzled. When I got home, my ex was sitting on my porch. My.