- Wow...

- As I give. Gave, and I will give.

What does it look like? From the side, so shame and disgrace. I got aroused, and immediately finished on the spot, almost feeling deprived, having survived an explosion of sizzling passion. The outrage happened with all honest people, but when the ability to resist left me, and I gave up my hands limply, my public shame added to my feelings a special, unique charm, heightening the depth and brightness of feelings many times. The explosion of an orgasm made me moan loudly and sensually, in a sexual rush right on the bus, bringing in almost indescribable delight to almost all the passengers, along with the driver and the conductor in addition. Holding their breath, they watched my humiliation with lust, and half of them filmed on camera. And when the orgasm shook my body, almost turning inside out, the crowd gasped together, and clapped their hands. Whatever they thought, but they applauded her for me, in age, in my mother, the pervert who impudently raped me.

After the onset of sexual satisfaction, a brief sense of burning shame came to me for a short time, I was ready to fall through the earth, and I took this applause to my own account as an insult and humiliation of human dignity. However, this feeling soon passed, replaced by greedy lust. Everyone looked at me, and I wanted it. Only a couple of grandmothers did not pay attention to anything, continuing to lisp something about prices and weather. I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I didn’t know that this was just a prelude, a kind of introductory word before the cash blockbuster demonstration. Let it be said in the subject, I often think of the recollection of one soap opera from the category of “wise sobs”, which I watched on a quite decent TV channel. It was a couple of years ago, but one short episode struck in my memory. In general, the daughter of a businessman magnate is kidnapped for ransom, and the gangsters, who are just as young as she, are guarding at some removable hut. The girl for greater safety was tied to a chair by the legs, and by definition she could not run away.

One of the guards was bored, and he decided to have some fun. He went to the prisoner, and unceremoniously launched his hand under her vest. The girl shook herself, and immediately pulled her back, because she still left her hands free. He again thrust his dirty paw to her, and again she threw her back. When the third time he repeated his indecent act, she no longer opposed. He silently looked into her eyes, and continued to paw hard. His face expressed a mocking lust, and she, hopelessly lowering her hands, was breathing heavily. She was excited. Then she bent her chest towards her, exposing her in such a way that the area of ​​contact with the gangster palm was maximum, and the girl's face shone with all faces of genuine and passionate sexual ecstasy. The kidnapper grinned with satisfaction, and twisting into three deaths, he untied her from the chair. Then, picking up on his hands, he carried him into the next room, from where he immediately heard passionate melodious girl moans. The fuss in bed, of course, did not show, however, deep-sensitive oohs and aahs of the prisoner were clearly heard, accompanied by the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Here and the log would understand that the villain penetrates and fucks her already in full, and she so desired an adulterous woman that she forgot everything in the world. If anyone noticed, then in this scene there is a key point, giving it a coloring of psychological drama.

Not when the gangster pawed the girl's chest, but when he untied it. Dropping to his chair in front of the chair, he put his head under the blow. And the captive did not cost anything to bring down a heavy vase with flowers on his head, to reach which imperceptibly was easier than simple.She could really run away, and it was a hundred percent chance. But for some reason she did not use it. Why? After all, the thief at that time was alone, since they were guarding, I remind, in turn. Because at that moment she didn’t give a damn about her bondage, maybe even her life, if only he would start to fuck her as soon as possible. As a result, having gotten drunk, he tied her to the chair again, and went, as if nothing had happened in the kitchen, to gab on the phone with his boyfriends, and to boast about how he had raped and dropped the rich bitch. But maiden. She wanted to death to sexual abuse. This desire was stronger than the will to live and freedom. This scene hooked me so much that I immediately retired to the toilet and with great pleasure I committed to masturbation. Not funny, by the way. So...

Do not be born beautiful, but be born happy. So after the verb? What is happiness? What is it expressed in? After all, each has its own, unique. Hardly anyone thought about this issue because of everyday problems and fuss, but most people in our imperfect world live and live their lives without knowing even a little bit of this happiness. And can it be a misfortune? Oh yes, how else can! When I wrote about this, many sites refused to publish my story because of the openly obscene, in their opinion, scenes of sexual violence. But such a thing exists all the time, and it would be wrong not to write about it. It's a shame all the same, when ineptly stuffed nonsense Krivorukov trolls publish as much with a bang, in an attempt to improve the rating and popularity of its portal. Well, God bless them. I was distracted. In general, I am a slender, long-legged, burning brunette of nineteen years old, with subtle, inspired facial features. I am a sensual person, and perhaps it killed me. I'm not like others. But after all, we are all not so, with our cockroaches in our heads, or the skeletons in the closet, we are all completely different, and the ability to experience sexual pleasure is different for everyone without exception. And I, as it turned out, did a vicious passion. Now I know that I am not just a vulgar and dirty slave. I am much worse. But so far I have not seen my bottom. This awaits me in the future. It turns out that I still have ahead.

From the understanding of such a perspective for the near future, I am leaving for full flight. I want, no, passionately wish that I was lowered and lowered. Gradually, without haste, they methodically raped, alone, and then the two of them, the three of them at the same time, slapped their cheeks, finished them in my face and mouth several times, whipped with a whip, drowned in the toilet, and then they fucked me with doubled zeal. Sometimes it seems to me that I could pull five of them in one team. And if not, then I will steadily strive for this. Believe it or not, believe it or not, but I am ready to die during sexual intercourse, just to please my partners. My fantasies in this direction are now endless. What happened at the very beginning of my fall? One lady, about forty years old, has recently begun to follow me literally on her heels. She always parked her Opel near the entrance of the house in which I lived, and when she got out of the car, she saw me off with a long, piercing gaze. Then she began to follow me, in general, without particularly hiding. What for? I asked myself a similar question all the time, and my soul had an inner concern. The woman was pretty and slender, if not to say, beautiful, with strict refined features.

Such faces are, for example, artists, or musicians. Then I had no idea that what she needed was literally written on my face. In my behavior, it was also read, and the experienced slag understood everything for herself, believing quite reasonably that I was ideally suited for her sexual experiments. Did she have any victims before? Of course, they were, and she was not the first to break the fate of another young girl who happened to be on her horizon. She went after me for a long time, and a week later she moved to action. Right on the bus. Probably everyone knows what heat is in the southern metropolis.This is not only dust and sun, with broken air conditioners and traffic jams for ten blocks. More - it's a stuffy ride, ...