He said this with the gravity of a great philosopher…so I let him believe he was the first person to notice this lewd resemblance. "You're incorrigible, Tripplehorn! Beyond redemption," I teased.
I gasped as he got behind me, prodding me with that long, lovely cock. As he entered me, oh so slowly, those smooth, lethal teeth grazed the nape of my neck. I swore I heard Miss Pink giggling from somewhere out there.
"Yes, I am-beyond redemption," he breathed. And as he drove his point home, he stuck our heads out the carriage window so we had more room to rut. "That's where I'd love to take you, too, sweet Andrea. Shall we go?"
What could I say? I was already gone.