Vestigo Inani had squeezed his prostate in four strokes. Something that hadn’t happened in years. Who knows, maybe he got excited because of the hemorrhoids. The excitement of being near her. Or because of the blood which could have run. And his prick was spent in her cunt even before the sperm started flowing. Melted.
This is what Vestigo Inani was thinking in the first class cargo car, just when the sadist and the Chinaman were climbing, on the other side, the same car, looking for shelter.
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