To maine Rashi ki dress jange tak uthai, uski panty utari. Aur usko dressing table pe jhuka diya. Rashi apne haatho ke dum par jhuki hui thi.Uski mast...gaand dekh ke mera maan kar raha tha uski gaand mein hi lund daal doon lekin Rashi anal ke liye mana karti thi, wo abhi comfortable nahi thi uske liye. Maine apne lund pe condom lagaya aur apna lund peeche uski chut mein daal diya aur usko chodne laga.Rashi ke chut mein jor-jor se dhake dene laga aur Rashi, “Aaaaah aaahhh,” ki awaze nikalne lagi.. I’ve faked it in the past but I’m an easy read, and it’s never long before the lie is doing more damage than if I’d just turned my back and walked away, as I eventually did. I packed up. Moved across the country. And found a job that would pay the rent and deal with student loans, with enough money left over to buy tampons, birth control pills and something to eat. The place was tiny and rural, somewhere I could get lost, be nobody and spend my time giving up. I was rolling along and handling. He took my hand and placed it on the front of his trousers. I could feel his cock pressing against the material and I ran my hand over his length, feeling it throb and hearing him moan as I squeezed it. I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down in front of him and as I sank to my knees, knowing what he wanted me to do. I remember thinking ‘fuck, this is it!’ as I knelt in front of him. My hands were shaking as I fumbled to get his trousers undone, he had to reach down and undo them for. I then take off my pants and underwear, and sit back on your lap. I can feel you growing hard underneath me. I say Im not the only needing a massage. Let me take care of you first you say. You slowly rub my shoulders, and down my neck. All tension in my body is released. You hand me a glass of water, and I gladly drink it. During your lovely massage I start to fall asleep in your arms, the world fading to black… I wake up to the sound of a motor. I am in a car. I blink twice, yawn and stretch..