I just thought you needed a treat.”I sprang up, my breasts heaving, and straddled his waist. I pressed my shaved snatch on his softening cock, slidi...g up and down it. He groaned as I massaged his dick with my juicy pussy, my clit aching and throbbing at the feel of the friction.“I want you hard again,” I said, my clit swollen with my arousal. Pleasure shot through me. It felt so good to stimulate him. His dick twitched beneath my hot pussy. “I want to ride you. I want you to cum in me.”“Keep. Woh dr rahi thi ki kahin nani na ajae ya koi or phir maine uske chocolate diya or hmne boht der tk chocolate khate or kiss karte rahe isi time mai pura hanth uska badan me ghuma raha tha or zor zor se gand daba raha tha uska woh bhi garam ho rahi thi par woh dr se or kch karna nahi chah rahi thi maine use utha kar bed par leta diya or be inteaha boibs or chuth chusne laga kapre k upper se phir maine uska slawar utha k or samiz ek sath utha k boobs ko dabane or chusne laga woh dr se jaldi sa uth. Logically, if the heart stops (that moment before I died), then the flow of blood to the brain ceases, If the brain stops, then there cannot be a memory.For the next few weeks, I was shit scared to do anything; rehab soon set me straight on that thought, “You’re not sick get the finger out and exercise” So a rigorous regime of torture was implemented. A brisk walk around the rehab centre for 15minutes, then hand weights for 5 minutes then the step up for another 10, then stretches. Shit, I’ve. ”I turned and looked at the wall, and, for the first time, realized there was a “glory hole” in it and sticking through the hole was an enormous black cock! “Oh, Jesus!” I gasped. “I think you need to take care of him,” he ordered.“No!” I protested again. “You said…”“What did I say?” he interrupted. “Tell me exactly what I said.”“You said if I blew you I was done!”“No, I didn’t,” he said calmly. “I said if you didn’t blow me I’d call the cops. I never said anything about what would.