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He stepped forward and stood over the boy’s semen-covered face, then hunkering down slightly, placing his naked ass squarely over the boy’s face. The boy had a shocking reaction: he sat up a bit and kissed the man's asshole, using his tongue to rim it, as well. The next thing he knew, a massive turd was on his way into the boy’s face - he could taste the feces asian as they slid down into his face, smearing all over. The boy moaned, eating that turd with little hesitation. It took him time to chew it all up, but in the end, he was successful. Paul rose slightly after he had finished, feeling quite relieved and getting aroused by the boy covered in his shit. "Clean me with your tongue, bitch. You're gonna be my toilet paper. Wipe me clean.˝ he commanded, his imposing body alone being all the authority he needed. He obeyed the following order with much pleasure, using his tongue as a toilet paper, going deep inside Paul's asshole. He moaned in utter arousal, as he was aware he was an object in the eyes of this man. He hoped to please him. The city above was mostly unaware of the carnage in the subway, and what was worse, there were few people unaffected by the intoxicating chemical. The effects would not be visible in most occasions, so the mass of women dragging their husbands by force to clothes shops and boutiques routinely flooded the streets leading to these shops. An occasional street performer tried to get in some money for himself, but was not always successful. Paul small tits emerged from the subway station and looked around - a mime caught his attention. He had always hated them and their stupid performances, so this one would perform for the last time today. With sure steps, he strode over to the performer in white and black clothes, and stood before him for a few moments. The mime artist was dazzled by the buff martial artist in front of him, and so, began to imitate the movements of martial artists, to the best of his ability. This was received with some small laughter from bystanders. Nobody had the faintest idea that the dude with towering hair was a fresh mass murderer. Paul heard the audience laughing - and the anticipation of their deaths got all the sweeter. "Let's see who's got the last laugh, faggot" he said, before stepping closer to the japanese mime. He started by making movements similar to what a close up mime would do, however, he then firmly grasped the man by the arms. He pulled him close and proceeded to bearhug him, squeezing him painfully. The mime blinked at the words spoken, before beginning to groan and grunt in pain. Strangely, he did not resist, but tried to imitate the movements of a person who was running out of oxygen. Or, was he even imitating? In any case, his eyelids were starting to drop. Paul crossed his arms and while keeping the bearhug locked in, gripped each of the mime’s shoulders with the opposite hand, and then, yanked downwards while squeezing the waist – the move set off a cascade of pops and cracks, mixed with hoarse, pitiful screams from the skinny performer. Multiple vertebrae and shoulders were destroyed in one go. Then Paul brutally pulled him back so as to ram his forehead against the mime’s skull, causing a whiplash effect that broke his masturbation neck in the process. He proceeded to turn around to the audience, then acted like he was opening an imaginary trash can, and put the mime inside - who collapsed on the spot. Then he searched the audience for his next victim, while a bulge was showing in his pants again. The nerd was trembling with excitement slightly behind Paul. Screams rang through the street. Some people saw the bulge grow in the pants of the killer, and gasped. A college student was carrying a bag with make-up and a few pieces of clothes in it. Good-looking, she liked to make herself look even better. Still, her brain shorted out here. “What was I to do? I sat at the kitchen table sketching her again, careful to ensure the pad gave no glimpse of the illicit drawings captured in her bedroom. “Steve,” I whispered as the realization hit me. He hadn't been texting her all week. As his friend approached he pulled away from Sally, “I want you to meet a very special friend of mine.” As she licked away at my neck again, my body tensed and fireworks went off in my head. Is she ok to travel?” Mr. Jaxson inquired. I sit down on her bed and she stands in front of me. She twiddles her fingers on the robe tie until she finally decides to undo it. Denis came to me, his head close up just up to my breasts. Then we start again in the morning until you get it right. She wore yoga pants and a tight t-shirt asian that outlined her curvy figure. “So are you bi? Her pussy opened up in front of him and he looked down to see it leaking cum. I asked. I was just about to reach for my gym clothes to get dressed when Hannah put a hand on my thigh to stop me. She leaned small tits in japanese closer and shook her head. I reached up between her legs and fondled her, tracing my fingers around her lips and my palm against her shaft. Laura was supposed to be working at the Pretty Titty instead, but masturbation that job didn't start until lunchtime so it shouldn't be a problem. Her fingers plunged in and out of my pussy, stimulating my inner depths. The thin side to her panties is pulled high on her hip.