This is the pure true story just happened on Sunday 22th June, in Bhimavaram I took general ticket to Secunderabad (Narsapur Express) as train is busy...I don’t got Reservation in train, the general compartment is full and people are standing at entrance so I am not able get in the train,it was around 8:00pm the train is moving so I ran and stepped in the reserved bhogi, at next station I came down again I tried and with great difficulty I’ve entered inside, there I am standing on one side one. Each row was towards the wall and opposite each other. At the back of the diner was the counter. Two tables to his right were already occupied. One table was occupied by two elderly ladies. The other table occupied by four youths. They looked like his age and were not familiar to him. Charles couldn't remember the people of this town at all. He walked all the way to the counter. There was a lady behind the counter. She was in her 30s; thin, had brown-green eyes, high cheekbones, auburn-coloured. His massive staff cruelly split apart my pussy lips and tore through my narrow channel, pounding into my cervix, stretching me wider and deeper to accommodate his girth and length."God, No!" I shrieked as his cock began to thrust fiercely in and out of me, each sharp piercing enlarging my pussy to match his size. I felt myself opening, the pain growing less intense and his thrusting becoming more and more pleasurable. My hips found his rhythm and my pussy rutted up again and again into his. I watch transfixed as your hands run down your body until they reach the waistband of your lace thong. A gasp escapes my lips, as let it drop from your body. Revealing your freshly shaven, smooth pussy.Your outer lips are already wet and swollen, and your juices have already begun to trickle down the inside of your silky thighs. You smile, as you unclip your bra letting it fall to the floor. Your perfectly formed, firm breasts quiver, your nipples are pink and hard. Seeing your beautiful form.