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She whispered to herself, almost doubled over as she doubtless drew a couple of glance, breathing harder than she should for an innocent commuter, her cheeks flushed a crimson red. If she was to get lucky about one thing today, it was the fact that to everyone standing around her, her apparent 'condition' was someone else's problem. Raising her hand to her mouth and covering it she felt a new light within her, the pleasure that had been radiating through her body becoming stronger, the ebb and flow less being drowned out as both were swept away in the tide of what she had been expecting and fearing. Squeezing her eyes shut she let out a meagre, "Mfm!" into her hand, nothing more than a distressed squeak as her cock throbbed hard and desperate. In no big way could she have prepared herself for what followed. The first pulse of her new life spending itself between her thighs and onto the floor of the carriage beneath her left her mind a white slate. Stars exploded in Jenna's vision as she experienced tight the most intense, but fleeting climax's of her life. Her new tool, apparently, was capable of giving her pleasure far above and beyond what her old orgasms had given her, her cock twitching, again and again, each time bringing the alien sensation of her thick fluid shooting from her heavy balls and cock. She looked down and watched as thick sticky pussy ropes lanced out from her cock which, fortunately, was angled downwards. The fluid was foggy in colour and she had about the biggest load she had ever seen. Blushing she stared eyes wide as she spent teen the massive load over what she swore was a genuine pair Christian Louboutin heels. To seemingly counter the intensity that left her with cock a thin veil sweat across her face, came a mercifully shorter length. While, in the past, if she had been 'in the mood', she could make climax melt into climax if she so wanted almost indefinitely, here it lasted five, maybe ten seconds, then faded far quicker than it had come. She was left breathing hard, her cock, now far too sensitive, beginning to deflate between her pale thighs as the distinct rattling of the train became less and less important to her. "Are you okay?" A voice that made Jenna jump in her seat, looking up to stare into the concerned but friendly face of a young woman in a business suit, one of many suited people pressed in close to each other and seemingly the one unfortunate enough to be right in front of Jenna. Jenna opened her mouth to speak, her face crimson with embarrassment but as she did the carriages intercom relayed that her stop was coming it. "A-ah, this, this is my stop," Jenna said, voice shaky as she hoped her cock had deflated enough to go unnoticed. "Oh of course," The woman said a little apologetically as she tried to stand aside slightly, allowing Jenna to rise to stand. The change in expression on the woman's face relayed that Jenna's cock, in fact, had not shrunk as much as she hoped. "You..." The woman started, blushing slightly pink herself as the train slowed to a halt, the mix of bodies either moving towards the exit or stepping out the way of those who were. "A-ah, yes, um, sorry about your shoes, they're cute though." Jenna smiled awkwardly as she followed the flow of people towards the door. They were so convinced of their teen own right to rule the world that they’d do anything to make it happen. We are buying our first house which is an old victorian property which we are slowly renovating using tradesmen sparingly to preserve our cash. She says, “I’ll do it daddy.” We were three years in New South Wales (later Australia), where my father had been a Lieutenant Colonel serving with the British Army. At the same moment, her mouth cock latched onto my nipple. Clearly, I was caught by tight surprise and wasn’t thinking. The feyhound lifted its bloody muzzle and stared at me. My body trembled with rage. She rested her head in Will's lap. “I usually hot tub nude. I peeked around it seeing an empty dressing room. I remembered that I had told her I didn't know that I would like it pussy if she kissed someone. I bucked and shuddered, my pussy convulsing. He smiled at me in the mirror, making sure I was still looking directly at him. Did he not have the power anymore he used his whole life over women, especially white women? Though she had loved being kissed by him, she felt they had gone too far. Boy could she play. She loved it when men she barely knew tied her down and forced her to suffer through some of the worst cruelties a woman could possibly experience. I was giddy with excitement. creamy, mayonnaise.” She smiled a sexy smile. This intervention by Riyena is not a kindness to me. I recall Klink’s words, “Don’t let it end too fast.” I rammed my fingers in fast and big furious and you screamed, arched your back and squirted again catching him in the chest and face.