The Clatter of Running Trains

First Thug: “Day-ng! She just busted wide open, dawg!”
Second Thug, grinning: “Yeah! Yeah? How it feel. How that pussy-hole feel?”
First Thug: “Nice and wide!”
Second Thug: “See how we do, bitch?”
First Thug, thrusting hard: “How my dick feel up by your liver?”
Second Thug: “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
First Thug pulls it all the way out of my pussy and then thrusts, slams his dick back into me as hard as he can.
First Thug: “Knock the bottom out this bitch; knock the MUTHA-fuckin’ bottom out this bitch!”
Second Thug: “Yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Stick it to her dawg! Stick it to her! Make her take it, make her take dick. All that dick. Take that mutha-fuckin’ dick, BITCH!”

First Thug: “Want some?”
Second Thug: “YEAH!”
First Thug: “You know I’m gonna share wit’ you”

The thugs knock elbows gangsta-style, changing places.

Second Thug, his dick standing straight up, a long pole, poised. He mounts and thrusts in one brutal stab: “BITCH!” He pauses, pulls back and thrusts, “BITCH! You mutha-fuckin’ BITCH!”

First Thug: “Time to work her!”
Second Thug: “Yup, Time to work her!”
First Thug: “Fuck her hard dawg, time to work ‘dis bitch.”
Second Thug: “Yup!”