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The amateur end. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, characters, persons, alive or dead or beings of Earth or the multiverse, past, present or future, reality is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, I'm psychic, in which case this casting a work of non-fiction. But I highly doubt that, I'm not that attuned. I mean if I was, I’d have won Powerball by now and been able to afford creative writing classes and a proofreader. Be forewarned, these writings may trigger some issue or issues that you have, either by the language used or it’s content in general. If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this. Chapter 1 : A Ghost,� On A� Cold, Lonely Road Thirty five miles an hour. That was the speed limit for this road. On a good day. This day, was not one of them. The wind was either trying to drive the rain through the sheet-metal shell that surrounded me or toss me into the rock strewn walls mere feet from my tires. It didn’t really matter what it's intent was, the battle was the same. My hands gripped the wheel, tight enough to feel the threaded seams that pov bound the leather to its frame, as I reacted to every gust and corrected that lumbering beast back between the pavement’s edges. The radio was loud, cranked up high enough to be heard above public the whistles and howls of the furious, climatic onslaught, going on outside the thin metal armor. His hand felt wonderful as it cradled my scrotum, and my cock was burning hot in the palm of his other hand. She seemed lost in thought, or in her mind reliving the hard fucking she just got. For some reason the night before I couldn't sleep. You hear the woman at the counter almost running out the bathroom, her heels clicking against the tile floor. There I was reality going round and round this ‘donut’ with my costume trailing from my neck, thinking about how I was going casting to get it back on and how many people were looking through the glass sides of the tank. My pussy was not sore anymore but I had gotten on a fairly aggressive masturbation schedule. The first idea burst into my mind. Male laughter came from the high table where the pig who’d condemned the woman to the Violet Wand pointed and laughed. As I was leading her into the kitchen for a cup of coffee I heard her say, “What’s that hanging between your legs?” After pov I told her what it was for she said, “You’d need to tie a couple of bricks to mine to get it even public half as big as yours.” In the kitchen Bridie took her coat off revealing that she was wearing a thin short amateur summer dress. ” I narrowed my eyes at Certiok. A flash shined from the horizon, the sun breaking through the darkness. She soon screamed and shuddered to let me know that she has come, and I also soon released my hot cum in her pussy for the eighth time today. She seemed surprised and aroused, and backed away again after a moment, teasing me with her body. “It’s one of my favorites,” she responded as she licked her lips. Separated and then she started moving her thigh even harder and faster up against my pussy.