Simultaneously draining and energising me, its reach extends stroke by stroke and my eyes widen at the sight of my pussy lips spreading, seemingly of ...heir own accord as the phantom fog invades me.It's like nothing I've ever experienced. Tender and unthreatening in its actions, yet terrifying in the gravity of its execution. Helpless, bound and open, I can do nothing but watch agape as it starts to fuck me. I roll my head, the glow inside building, just like it does when Willow's breath patters. At precisely 4.15pm on the afternoon of the third of January, the coffee chop at the corner of Hunter and Bligh had five women waiting for their coffee, in front of the espresso machine. There was no way of knowing under the circumstances that each of these women were named Emily.On the other side of the world, in the New York City peak hour four strangers (three women and a man) were sitting on the same train each reading copies of "Paradise Lost."At 5.15am a factory worker in Chilli woke with. I fucked her with long deep quickening thrusts. Soon enough she cried out again as she squirted over my cock and balls and down both of our thighs to the sheets below us."I'm gonna cum too" I shouted out as I felt my balls boiling and getting ready to shoot cum into her hot wet pussy.Stella pulled off my cock and turned herself around to face me and resting her head on the mattress below me pulled my cock towards her mouth. She started sucking hard on my now throbbing cock while jerking me at. She had flushed out her colon knowing exactly what was going to happen next. She had positioned herself in the closet to allow him entry. She had cried silent tears as he prepared her asshole. A weak stream of vomit had risen to her mouth when he had entered her with his cock but she had swallowed it. He couldn't see what she was doing and she didn't say a word to stop him; not one single word.After he had finished and left the room, she had curled into a small ball on the floor and cried. The.