Kim was short, good looking and extremely busty. She had a habit of wearing her uniform with several buttons undone and just thong panties. She would ...hen walk up to a car and lean in and show off most of her huge tits. She laughed and called her patrol car a cock finder. And she never had trouble finding a young cock and sometimes several. Tonight on a back road she saw a car parked in the trees and she knew they were either drinking or smoking pot. She pulled up behind them and got out and. She was never supposed to fuck a cock. I had robbed her over her connection to her goddess. She was no longer an acolyte. And she didn’t seem to care.“Oh, that was the best,” she moaned.Why didn’t she care?It was so hard to think. The flower sucked on my dick. The tip tingled and throbbed. My eyes rolled back into my head. The sticky scent of the flower caressed the crown of my dick as it sucked, the purple-stained leaves twitching.This ivy wasn’t natural. It shouldn’t move. I breathed in, my. But I am young and it makes me strong. I reside in one of the more respected areas of the kingdom, and as such, I have my own sleeping quarters. I, and the other men who live in this corridor, are treated well with food and amenities. They are young like me, tall and muscular, and on occasion, the female nobility will visit us privately.Politically, it is frowned upon, and punishable for both parties. But if there are no witnesses, there is nothing to contest, so they come. Seeking our comfort. Wait, what am I doing? I am 100 metres below London, on a packed solid commuter train, having my nipples aroused, tweaked and my breasts massaged from the front. And behind me is a woman’s hand with fingers desperate to fill my ‘paradise’. Oh my God, her fingers are in me and my hungry wet pussy won’t let them go. I hear other moans, groans and other muffled sounds from around the carriage, also ragged breathing and people sweating profusely. My legs are feeling week but my pussy feels.