.her arse hole started to loosen up and she moaned like a stuck monster. “Harder fuck you...!!! “ “Fuck me you mother's whore!!!” “Fuck me!!...” I fucked her in rhythm to the swaying movement of the train...and then the driver suddenly braked for some reason and I rammed it (out of control) right into her...and she literally squirted cum all over the deck...it sprayed everywhere. “Oooohhhh...” she squealed....”That was the best fucking orgasm I've literally had in fucking ages.” Aand with. We just started and what I remember is I was in his hands and I saw my feet on the sky and I was lying down on the ground. He defeated me in 3 seconds. When I got up I couldn't stand in balance even and everybody was laughing at me includes my girlfriend. Then he repeated the same maybe 5 or 10 times. He was lifting me up and then hitting me down on the ground. He was playing me as I am a little toy. Then he stopped but I couldn't stand up. I was lying down and saw that he jumped one or two. He did whine whenhe got home afterward. He did whine every time he sat down for a fewdays. He excelled at whining.I said nothing to him. I didn't even ask to look at it. I expressed nointerest in it. To his constant questions, I merely replied, "Not rightnow. In a couple of days. Could you pass the soup please?" Myindifference was his torment.The few times I even referred to it were drawn in a manner to evidencecontempt, disdain, and belittlement."What sort of man gets a flower tattooed on his. A bowl of cereal and a steaming mug sat in front of her. The woman looked familiar but I couldn’t recall a name. Presumably, she was a party guest who had stayed the night but I thought I knew everyone who had come. “Hi,” I said tentatively, “You up early, too, eh.” She looked up and smiled. Big brown eyes gleamed in the light. The woman was pretty; very pretty. I had no idea why I could not put a name on her. “Yeah,” my guest answered in a sweet, soft accent, perhaps Scots, “I woke up on the.