Paul spoke bluntly: “Suck my cock like the little bitch you are.” as he pulled down his pants again. Just from seeing that, the wimpy nerd moaned, and so, he kissed the tip of the cock that went so well with the superior male it belonged to. Paul emerged from the subway station and looked around – a mime caught his attention. You got me..off…with that show.˝, the boy spoke truthfully. Screams rang through the street. Yet, she didn’t run, for some reason. The man just ˝urked˝ before going limp. He moaned in utter arousal, as he was aware he was an object in the eyes of this man. Still, her brain shorted out here. The boy moaned, eating that turd with little hesitation. You’re gonna be my toilet paper. The boy looked in her direction while sucking fast and hard, focused on the impending moment of the death of this (un)lucky woman. Paul emerged from the subway station and looked around – a mime caught his attention. She could only say: ˝Oh, shit…˝, as the murder played out in front of her.
