.is there any more room for me, in those jeans..." and I smiled at her as I unbuttoned my shorts and placed her hands on the waist. She pulled them do...wn. They fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. I wore black and bright blue panties with an anime design. Her fingers felt the outline of my labia through them. as I swayed to the music. I turned again and began to give her a lap dance, sitting facing away on her thighs and grinding my soft cotton undies across her. She lifted my shirt up. The pain was astounding, but in her d**gged state she couldn’t even whimper. She lay limp as a boned fish while Vorkarm shoved his massive rod in and out of her blood-lubricated hole with a wet, sucking sound. After a while, her abused vagina seemed to go numb, then more than numb. Yes, it was pleasure! A twisted, backwards pleasure that should not exist, but did. It was not only blood facilitating her **** now, but natural fluids of pleasure; her body mindlessly and diligently going about the. We visit to public parks and in the evenings-sit on benches along with other couples. In big cities the couples do not feel shy to caress each other openly and so do we. We love it when we kiss and hold each other and caress passionately. He always wants me to take out his cock and play with it. When the other strangers look at us --he gets excited. I too love that. This always ends up me giving a nice handjob to him and milk his cock. Of late he wants me to punish his cock and play with his. However, I switched into my compassion mode.I held her until she stopped crying. I kissed her wondering if I would feel anything but there was nothing left in my heart for her. As she kissed me, I felt her passion as she began unbuttoning my shirt. I could feel the desperation in her heart and decided not to hurt her in the swift way she hurt me. Things would never be the same between us. However, I would give her an opportunity to end it gracefully if she wanted to. With my shirt undone, she.