Choo Choo

I don't take time explaining why she was a cunt.

Or why she deserved the rapetrain.

Just trust me; she had it coming.

She brought it all upon herself.

A sight to behold, she was.

In her high heels, her business clothing, her short skirt.

Not so happy thou.

Say what you want about her, but she ain't dumb.

Artillery adds dignity, to what would otherwise be an ugly brawl.

And even thou the pistol actually isn't real, she can't know that.

She'll feel fooled when she find that out.

But for now, she complies.

Off with her coat.

Nice swaggering booty.

Ha, ha, ha, what a face!

She really can curb her enthusiasm.

Here's one of when she had to take off them high heels.

"Oh, not the shoes!"

 Playing on our guilt and chivalry.

"You're not really going to do this, are you?!"

Just get'em off!

Today!

And off it goes.

No blouse for you!

Don't hide them!

Your boobs are fine, woman!

Off with the panties too.

Come on!

Taking off her watch.

She really knows how to postpone the inevitable.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, put it down now!

And quit stalling.

Slowly she undresses.

A striptease with a twist.

Fear and loathing in her face.

 It's sexytime now, and she knows.

Nice hips.

Keep stripping, woman!

Off it goes.

Just as we knew it would.

Gorgeous thighs.

Looks even better bareskinned.

Oh fuck, these legs will be so forced apart!

Spreading open wide.

Her stalling may have postponed the fun.

But fuck, did it turn us on?!

She'll get it in all three holes.

We'll go in dry!

Starting with her pussy.

Then she'll get it up her ass!

Then she'll suck and swallow.

Before we repeat.

And repeat.

And repeat.