All Chapters of Subway Perv: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Enzo Macini’s knee to my pussy remains lodged there, firm, hard… Crushing my pussy like some dirty juicy pulp. When I attempt to push back and regain my sanity, he drives his knee further in and squeezes!“Oh, my god…” My knees are weak, my legs vibrate like they're being electrocuted. My hands grab tightly to his hand, with my nails digging into his firm skin. “Fuck… God… fuck…” I spread my legs wide open, needing cool air to waft through my parted thighs and cool my bruised pussy. My brain is still in pieces, I'm in a messed-up state. “Haven't even started and you’re shaking.” His tone is laced with mockery. His free hand grazes my breasts. His touch on my soft smooth skin, is hard and arousing. I arch my back, pushing my breasts outward for him to use as he pleases.“Damn Isla,” he groans, teasing my breasts. “You’re so perfect…” He plays with a nipple, circles the hard nut with the tip of his finger, and strokes down to the other nipple as if reconnecting them with invisible

“You know what I hate the most?” Enzo Macini asks as he jams me to the edge of the table. My ass slaps the firm muscles of his thighs, and stops in place for my pussy to be locked in with his body. “I hate that I can't control myself around you.” He unzips his pants and lets it drop down his legs, baring his hairy, long limbs…The perfectly glistening olive skin… The fine curly hair that crawls down his thighs makes him impeccable. “God… You’re…” I moan and sigh at his perfection. I want to run my small palm along his long legs, try to cover his knee even though I know I can't, and run up his fine thigh till I have his balls dangling in my hand…Right in the center like it's some weighing scale. He grabs both ankles and raises my legs like I'm pointing to the sky. My boobies spread all over my chest, so full and yummy. And my pussy?The squeezed bitch forms a fat lump in between my raised thighs. Thick and succulent, oozing juice from the pressure.“I hate that I dream of fucking

I can't tell how I survived walking down with a swollen pussy from the camp school to the bus station, or from the bus station to my house. Right now, my lower body is soaked in a bathtub, legs spread out like the tentacles of an octopus, just so my pussy can be soaked in the icy water. “Isla,” I groan and shut my eyes. Of course, I know my mischievousness got me here. My ass feels like it's been bitten by frost, but my pussy still needs all the care it can get and I'm not leaving here until it's healed to an extent. I look down at my splayed cunt, hand forms a pair of scissors as I slip it into the cold water and examine my bruised cunt.“Ah…” I sigh at the jolt of pain that slams my muscles from merely touching the bruised area.It's bloody red, like raw beef.Swollen.Weak. It's been through hell.“God,” I dig my hand through my hair to hold the pain in and not scream while I examine further.A few part has spots of dried red crackers stain, as if they once bled. Jesus… Enzo Ma