Pour ceux qui ont déjà pris un TGV c'est pas grand hein??La demoiselle referme la porte, s'assoit sur le trône et ouvre ma braguette pour me prendr... en bouche. Sa langue tournant autour de mon gland, je sais que je ne vais pas tenir longtemps, et qu'elle ne va pas être contente si a la première visite je lui lache tout au fond de la bouche...Je l'att**** sous les bras et l'arrache à cette pipe magistrale, qu'elle est en train de réalisée, pour inverser les rôles, je baisse son pantalon et un. The rage seemed to leave him and his eyes were filled with sadness. He seemed overcome with despair. I knew I had hurt him and I was furious with myself. I had done a despicable, unforgivable thing. I felt dirty and vile. With the desperation of the damned I threw myself at his feet and sobbed. I wept bitter tears and kissed his feet but he only stood there, ignoring me. I cried for a long time until it seemed I had no more tears. I looked up at him, silently pleading. Why didn't he react?. She did not look deformed, though, the amputations and the sewing had been done carefully, with attention to her delicate beauty. She reclined, almost comfortably it seemed, utterly immobile, with one leg sideways to allow the viewer’s gaze to travel between her thighs, on a small rug-covered recamier. What I remember most about her are her eyes. Huge, dark, wide open, unblinking, they looked at me, her huge dark eyes looked into mine, and I looked back at her, my whole body as immobile as she. Having something so massive in me. It was so painful but so wonderful at the same time. He paused for a moment to let me get used to it. I sat there whimpering and moaning for a moment while he placed light feathery kisses on my lips and neck. I finally nodded to him, not wanting to ruin the moment with words, telling him to continue.He slowly started pulling out and pushing back in. Pushing a little more in each time. Making me moan and him groan."Oh Krista....fuck! I love your cunt squeezing.