I Love The Fucking Train

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I was in the middle of getting my juicy cunt stuffed with my favorite big boy toy cock when my phone started ringing off the hook! Irritated, I grabbed it, but the sadistic voice that filled my ear made my pussy drip harder than the dick that had just been beating it up! I got dressed, ran to the car, and was down at the train tracks before I had a second to catch my breath.

There he was, a flare in hand illuminating the snow blustering around him. Tied to the tracks was a well dressed man. The bitch I assumed was his wife shivered naked next to my most exquisite lover. I heard it, and the grin consumed me. “I love the fucking train.” I giggled. We backed up, just enough as the snow turbine train came rolling through. The skank was trembling, sobbing, begging. “You chose your life over his; cowardice slut, you can watch him go.” The Devil before me purred. I started to touch my still dripping cunt under my skirts as the train rolled up.

The man was screaming, begging. The sound of the snow turbine train fan shredding him to pieces and then rolling his bones into dust made me cum. Reliving it gets me soaked. The whore was screaming. “You two should learn to mind your manners. You never know who you’re being rude to.” He grabbed me, bending me over my still running car, lining his throbbing cock up with my slit.

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