This, he knew, was preparation, a heady touch that would soon turn to agony.Footsteps.A hand came within his vision.It seemed uncertain which tool it ...ould pick first. Playing its fingertips over the grotesque phalluses that threatened with static bulk. Finally the hand settled on the second largest one and picked it up and out of his field of vision.The gag in his mouth did not stop him sounding his fear it just stole the words from his throat and made them gasps and grunts that ensured that. Then slowly we start grinding against each other. Building a rhythm as we join each other outside of time. My hands are ever exploring, running up and down her sides massaging her muscles. Wrapping in her hair, rubbing her head. Sometimes they run down to her arms and intertwine with her fingers. We hold hands while we make love. She gets bored of slow fucking pushing me back down onto my back she hops up and impales herself on me, leaning over on top of me she starts to ride me. She’d make a. I hear a whistle and look but it was for someone else, and I take a turn into a dangerous area known for its attacks on unaccompanied women and girls, what would they say if they saw I was practically naked, would they be as violent when they threw me down and spread my legs to see there were no panties to rip off and stuff into my mouth, or would they be disgusted because it was going to be easy and angry because now they knew I came looking for it?Suddenly there he was, the guy from the. Now I was touching her cherry. I butted my cock head against it a few times and she squealed each time. I grabbed both her hips firmly and braced myself. One firm lunge was all it took. I felt her hymen tear and now she let out a muffled scream. I couldn't believe how tight she was. I stood there for a minute with my cock trapped in that smoldering, velvet vise. I had never felt anything like it. Then I started to slide my cock in and out. She was so tight it felt like I was fighting suction.