And then a magical moment happened; his dick hit my prostate just at the perfeent that I had my legs spread as wide as I could and was rubbing the perineum between my balls like it ussy.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, you ginger bitch! Fuck me, you stupid little adi - “ I couldn’t hold it in. “ adian - “ Not any longer. “Oh…Oh shit!”

And then I nutted all over the train bathroom. He must have felt my muscles trag inside my pelvis aurned on by the tightening and releasing even more, because I felt him thrust even harder. Two hard, deep strokes during my asm. I swear he was damn-near in my stomach. And then one last giant pound and then he held it for a sec.

Like the delayed sound and blast that you only hear and feel after you see a nuclear detonation go off, I saw his face asm in the mirror before I felt it…and then boom! His dick grew two sizes larger. His voice strained and then cracked into a booming moan. I was sure, at that moment, that this stupid little fug adiaer had just single-handedly lured me off the cliff of my career in the biological field, but at the exact same moment, I really could not physiologically mao give a single flipping fuck.

We both grew weak at the k the same time and collapsed on the ground iight stall. I basically had my fa the toilet, but I didn’t even care. I was in heaven. I was still in heaven even a full mier we’d collapsed on the floor. He pulled the used off his softening did we both started laughing. We realized that the wind outside was screaming at full volume - the ces of anyone hearing us were low, so we started laughing even louder. I screamed with laughter. I felt so good to release everything in laughter; it was almost as good as the asm, easily better than church. Hell, at that moment, I think I was ready to bow down to his did proclaim it the od, Lord, and Savior - at that moment - and I’m not even religious.

Eventually, we gathered ourselves together and our clothes bato our bodies. I noticed my arm was bleeding, probably from when I scraped it on something falling to the floor. At least we had an alibi. If anyone asked, he was ihroom with me helpiend to my gaping wound.

He left the bathroom first and then I came out a mier. No oiced a thing - everyone was so focused otling train windows and the early autumn blizzard outside to even bother to turn their heads at the two very satisfied, grinning men very suavely stumbling out of the train-car bathroom.

Not the classiest affair, but it was truly beautiful, and it turned o

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