As he started to fuck her hard the position became very uncomfortable. She tried to push herself back, out of the toilet bowl, but it only made him go...deeper. As he got more worked up, he grabbed her hair, and pushed her head forcefully down, soaking her face. She was on the verge of panic, but knew there was more to come.As he neared his orgasm, he held her head down, and flushed the water. A flood of water came from all sides, soaking her whole head. As it took her by surprise, the water came. My name is Janson, That's my first, middle, and last name, no, not Janson Janson Janson, just plain ol' Janson. I'm a navigator on a spice freighter, a small, free-owned frigate called "Mercy's Melons" I'd describe exactly why we call her that, but it's irrelevant, but I will say this: it has to do with the construction at the front of the ship, that is, the navidomes, and a picture our Captain painted there when she was just off the blocks. Although I say we have a small frigate, she masses. . Lekin aaj tere kon chodunga nahi sali padosion ko baant rahi hai aur ghar main bhai lund hilata ghoom raha hai uska koi khayal nahi hai.. Maine jabardusti uska kurta upar kar diya aur uskee chuchian khol dee Hai kya pyari chuchian thee Reema kee maine unpar apna muhan laga diya aur choosne laga.. Abhi main choose hee raha tha.. Tabhi jor-2 se call bell bazne lagi.. Maa jor-jor se darwaza knock kar rahi thee ,Reema meri pakad se chooti aur seedhe darwaza khol diya wo badhawas see hlat main. Into her I went with two fingers, thrusting with and unstoppable acrimony."Ohhh! OH oh GOD!" She exclaimed. The flavor and aroma of her desire filled my senses as I ate and drank from her quivering loins. I supported her butt with one hand, the fissure between her thighs now shiny with her juices."C'mon, cum again," I urged, buffeting her insides with my fingers as my knuckles made smacking sounds against her skin.Her eyes darted down towards me for a split second. But I diverted her attention.