One of the things that makes Shagman what I am, is my ability to take sharp decisions on a very short notice.
Should she be shagged, does she deserve it?
If yes, COULD she be shagged, is it possible to do?
Well seeing that jogger girl out there alone in the woods, flashing thighs, strutting boobs going up and down as she had her jogging work out, yeah, bitch or slut does not matter when they're teasing like that, cunts they are, and shagged they'll be.
One other great advantage I have, is that I'm blessed with the ability to get a boner almost instantly when I want it and need it. When these windows of opportunities opens up, I use them, because it's possible.
It is something deeply natural about these sudden unplanned pussyraids when opportunities present themselves, yeah, like man has done on woman for ages, probably from the dawn of time.
It was nothing complicated, there was no one else who could interfere, so I just snatched her, got her down on her back before taking her wrists, spreading her legs, and ramming my cock inside her. She was screaming for help, ofcourse, but I knew better than being worried, one must be prepared or not raid at all, and fucked she was. My 73th.
It is something magic about the first cum into a cunt. It is like they stop fighting so intense when it is too late to stop your sperm anyway, yeah, like the damage is already done, and they are defeated.
But I was far from done with her, yeah, VERY far from it.
One other thing about Shagman is his legendary 6 times, yeah, but the 6 times are only the mandatory, the jogging girl got herself 10 times.
It was nothing complicated, just the thing I like best, and do best, the old in-out in-out in missionary position, relentless powershagging, filling her up repeatedly with spunk, never taking the cock completely out of her cunt, plugging her so that all the spunk stays inside her, swimming deeper and deeper in, yeah, and then the spunk gets sticky, and stays there, deep in her body, and makes her shame, humiliation and defeat total, yeah, nothing annihilates their pride and cockyness quite like that.
One other great advantage I have is my 30 centimeter cock, yeah, because it makes it much easier for Shagman to faintfuck them, or outfuck them as one also might say.
She stopped screaming at 3, stopped fighting completely at 4, stopped wailing at 5, stopped even sobbing at 6, and stopped moaning at 7.
At 8 she whispered one last plea for mercy, and I fucked her even harder and made more hickeys and bitemarks on her boobs, yeah, because her lack of gratitude annoyed me, lack of gratitude for sparing her ass and mouth.
At 9 she whispered, more to her self than to me, "this is not happening" and I answered "oh yes it is" and kissed her long on her mouth, while her eyes rolled back into her head, and only the white parts was to see.
"Ten" she whispered at the last taking, and obviously fainted, her body became like a rag doll. I went on completing the fuck thou, yeah I actually like women best when they are out, finally there is some silence to get.
She was found by some other joggers later, and brought to a hospital. Needless to say, the police was later involved. The case was closed thou, because the police had some difficulties believing a story about a man with 30 centimeter cock, taking her 10 times.
But the jogger girl was sticking firmly to her story.
Should she be shagged, does she deserve it?
If yes, COULD she be shagged, is it possible to do?
Well seeing that jogger girl out there alone in the woods, flashing thighs, strutting boobs going up and down as she had her jogging work out, yeah, bitch or slut does not matter when they're teasing like that, cunts they are, and shagged they'll be.
One other great advantage I have, is that I'm blessed with the ability to get a boner almost instantly when I want it and need it. When these windows of opportunities opens up, I use them, because it's possible.
It is something deeply natural about these sudden unplanned pussyraids when opportunities present themselves, yeah, like man has done on woman for ages, probably from the dawn of time.
It was nothing complicated, there was no one else who could interfere, so I just snatched her, got her down on her back before taking her wrists, spreading her legs, and ramming my cock inside her. She was screaming for help, ofcourse, but I knew better than being worried, one must be prepared or not raid at all, and fucked she was. My 73th.
It is something magic about the first cum into a cunt. It is like they stop fighting so intense when it is too late to stop your sperm anyway, yeah, like the damage is already done, and they are defeated.
But I was far from done with her, yeah, VERY far from it.
One other thing about Shagman is his legendary 6 times, yeah, but the 6 times are only the mandatory, the jogging girl got herself 10 times.
It was nothing complicated, just the thing I like best, and do best, the old in-out in-out in missionary position, relentless powershagging, filling her up repeatedly with spunk, never taking the cock completely out of her cunt, plugging her so that all the spunk stays inside her, swimming deeper and deeper in, yeah, and then the spunk gets sticky, and stays there, deep in her body, and makes her shame, humiliation and defeat total, yeah, nothing annihilates their pride and cockyness quite like that.
One other great advantage I have is my 30 centimeter cock, yeah, because it makes it much easier for Shagman to faintfuck them, or outfuck them as one also might say.
She stopped screaming at 3, stopped fighting completely at 4, stopped wailing at 5, stopped even sobbing at 6, and stopped moaning at 7.
At 8 she whispered one last plea for mercy, and I fucked her even harder and made more hickeys and bitemarks on her boobs, yeah, because her lack of gratitude annoyed me, lack of gratitude for sparing her ass and mouth.
At 9 she whispered, more to her self than to me, "this is not happening" and I answered "oh yes it is" and kissed her long on her mouth, while her eyes rolled back into her head, and only the white parts was to see.
"Ten" she whispered at the last taking, and obviously fainted, her body became like a rag doll. I went on completing the fuck thou, yeah I actually like women best when they are out, finally there is some silence to get.
She was found by some other joggers later, and brought to a hospital. Needless to say, the police was later involved. The case was closed thou, because the police had some difficulties believing a story about a man with 30 centimeter cock, taking her 10 times.
But the jogger girl was sticking firmly to her story.
