When Olga flipped him into the bathtub on his head, he finally understood this might not be as pleasant as he had hoped. Indian sex This time he woke to the taste of his own blood and ass as Olga had retied him with the back of his head against the rim of the toilet and she was stuffing his throat with that ugly mamba. The stream bounced off his cheek, splashed into his eyes, dribbled into his hair and down the back of his neck. To Olga, the walk from the bus stop took as long as the bus ride – every step as if in molasses, every breath a background symphony of ferocity, each tick of her Rolex a countdown to vengeance! He felt the burning sensation of the mark on his face where Olga had punched him into unconsciousness upon finishing her urination. Now his mighty kingdom was crumbling under the weight of his exaggerations. He heard her shuffle through her backpack for a moment before she startled him with her prized possession. Now his mighty kingdom was crumbling under the weight of his exaggerations.
