Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 2 by SKOLL

Her pussy isn’t quite deep enough, she seems tight and shallow for her size. I keep prodding aggressively against her tight cervix at the back. It’s unusual at first, a bit uncomfortable, as if I shouldn’t be hitting into it. I pull my punches and don’t thrust all the way at first, on instinct. But then I realize, it’s just this bitch, who cares. So I slam over and over straight against it. After a while it actually becomes a great added texture in there. A game to see how hard I can hit against her womb.

I go as fast as I can, then stop completely, staying bottomed out inside her pussy. Then fast, then stop. I use her as a fuck toy. I don’t have to keep going and try to make her feel good. I can use her to edge close to climax, then pause before I come, just throbbing inside her. over and over.

A thick smell of her pussy is sweet in the air after a while. No more nasty ass smell. “Ah that’s much better. That’s a good bitch”. I push violently on the wad of panties forced in her asshole, playing with her stupid body.

I look around at the many people in their seats, frozen, oblivious as I thrust at will into this girl that sat in front of me. I take it all in, the sights and smells and the unbelievably great situation I find myself in. Squelching sounds and slapping of thighs against asscheeks.

She keeps sliding down lower into the splits, now completely like a frog, her pussy flush with the floor. I reposition myself, putting my legs straight out behind me, laying completely facedown prone on top of her, all my weight down. She seems flexible but I’m sure this would hurt. My arms around either side of her, hugging her tight, my face buried into her hair and back of her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent.

I hump just my hips up and down in little rabbit pumps. The cushion of her ass like a perfect little pillow to bounce my thrusts on. The low angle makes my dick curve upward when I enter her, adding a great new element, pressing down hard against the bottom of her cave. Pat pat pat, such sexy little sounds.

I keep inhaling her hair, lost in a forest of her dark messed up nest of a head. That scent of vanilla and fruit. Getting hot, I lift my head and push all the hair up with my hands. Exposing the smooth sexy neck beneath. I kiss and nuzzle and lick.

I hump like this for a few minutes, lying comfortably on her back. My cock raging hard inside her, and the angle curving it upwards is becoming uncomfortable. So I pull out and kneel upright. I look down at the beautiful mess I’m making of this girl. God she’s just plastered to the floor like a frog, legs bent and splayed out, perfect hips like an hourglass in this position.

I need a taste real quick. It’s usually too gross to do this in the middle of sex, making me want it more in this situation, I get to be as gross as I want. I get my face down straight toward her pussy, practically having to lay completely down on my side, my head resting sideways on the blankets. And I stick my mouth and nose straight in there. Into the slime and stickiness, the freshly fucked mess of a pussy, dripping both of our wetness. I inhale, I taste it. It’s disgusting and I love it.

I need to cum. I stand up and lift her by the hips, me behind her in a standing doggy position, her arms, tits, and side of her face the only parts still on the floor. Limp like a ragdoll, I hold her up by the hips and thrust my cock, hands free, back into her as hard as humanly possible, dangerously hard. I thrust over and over, hitting the back of her vaginal canal, hitting that cervix, she’s so shallow, maybe delicate, maybe sensitive, maybe even inexperienced with how tight she remains. I don’t care about any of that. I thrust harder.

I use her sweater and ripped open sweatpants as handles to suspend her there, thrusting deep, she swings a bit forward with each thrust and then back to me. I pump like I’m trying to break her insides. Trying to pierce that womb. Splat splat splat juices fly out with each slam, she’s dripping from her pussy, her thighs slick with streams of slime pouring down.

My climax builds in my balls. I breathe heavy, every muscle flexing hard as I hold her suspended up, violating her like an animal over and over. It builds and builds.

And then I erupt within her. I let out a shout as loud as I can, nothing mattering in the stillness of frozen time. I keep thrusting all the way through my climax. Not slowing. Jet after jet of cum pouring into her pussy. Slamming right up against her womb each time. The warm ecstasy of unloading within a woman is unlike anything.

Spent, I drop her violently to the floor, discarding her like a broken toy. I roll her onto her back and collapse down next to her. Breathing intensely for a while, exhausted, letting my heart slow. I breath in the air of both our sweat, of pussy and sex. I rest for a while to regain my strength…

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