Violating her in every way. His cock sliding in and out of her throat. He raped her face. Her hands pushed against his hips hoping she didn't die here...from his horse cock. He finally came. In one final thrust down her throat. He unloaded. "1, 2, 3, 4" she counted as she gagged and snorted strings of cum out her nose, trying to get air. Desperate she clawed at his hips. "5, 6, 7 ,8…..11" Gasping for air snorting and sobbing. She rolled off her back and onto her knees. Long strings of semen hung. I am not saying women cannot be beautiful withouttattoos but it makes you study every single inch of them, not only theirflesh but their mind and soul as well. And let me share with you why.There was a time I would only write poems about women but it did notrelease my vision of how I see them as a whole so I started to create freeform art on them. I will not claim to be a Salvador Dali in any shape orform but it gave me a chance to express my love for women. I would takesome of my art markers. For a few seconds, I thought I'd gone too far. But she smiled again, and undid her fly buttons.As Linda pushed her pants down her legs, I got to my knees in front of her. For a while, I just took in the contours of her mound under her tight, red panties. She tucked her hair behind her ears and sighed heavily as I ran a fingertip down her groove; I could feel her wetness seeping into the fabric, so I leaned forward and kissed her womanhood, savouring her warm, feminine scent.Taking a deep, shaky. He just didn’t trust Jo well enough to continue with the next part of the story. His thoughts continued though, remembering the trip that really changed his life.While he worked for Jack there were two storage compartments he would not let him open. He said they contained sensitive gear and he didn’t want to take the chance of damaging it. When he bought the boat and finally got to open those compartments he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what was in them or why it was there. One had a Barrett.