Kr k moan or rahi thi ar mere balon ko zor se kich rahi thi phir m unki chut m apni fingers se sahlane laga ar unhen finger fuck krne laga wo ar jayad... moan krne lagi aaahhhhhhaaaaaa…..Ooooooooohhhhhhhaaafffffuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk….. Mujhe chodddddoooo plzzzzz I can’t hold any more……..Ooooooohhhhhhh. Fffuuuuuccckkk. Phir m unki chut chatne laga ar un ko apne jibh se chodne laga ar unhone ek zor ki awaaaz se oooooooohhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuu fuckkkkkkk ar wo mere face m jhar gai ar maine unka sara pani pi. It feels like a long time before the flow stops, more solid pieces coming out at the end. She doesn't touch me or come inside the frame until after she is sure I'm empty and she has hosed me clean and washed most of the waste off the other side of the slab. I hear her boots click on the concrete and expect her to release me, only to feel a lubricated plug shoved into me again, the pressure plug inflating quickly, and the warm flow of another bottle of water starting to fill me. I take in more. ." Of course she had put on her mischievous smile again. The situation became more and more embarrassing for me. "Annette, can you please go outside?" I asked. I wanted to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible - logically. But she simply said, "No, Andrew, why? Have you already been done?" I wasn't expecting that. "Man, Annette, go out" I tried to move her. But no - she didn't go. "If I go now, then the whole family knows about your little hobby, or..." I didn't want to let it. Jenny was and is such an amazingly kindperson that even though she knew, she didn't want to be the one to tellme. I guess that's why my stomach hurt so much; I knew that I would haveto be the one to say that it was over. Well, the relationship, brief asit was, was over. We held each other and cried. I mean what else can youdo? I was mad, I was angry, I was sad. But the last thing I wanted was tostay in a broken relationship. She needed to move on and so did I.I was pretty down for a few weeks.