In her mind, she held thesensations and the anger of Markus in those different camps, unsure ofwhere to fall. Should she act remorseful or repentant i... hopes of himcalming down or should she ignore his steaming, horrible anger and keepon getting fucked? She decided to go with the former, as it woulddecrease her stay in the torturous, stony prison of the statue skinsuit."Markus, I'm sorry! It was just so fun! You were my cock!! My fleshy,cum-covered, horsecock! You felt amazing!" And I don't. Main Rakesh se phone mein bolne ke bahane unn dono se boli: Ab main unhe apne bistar par bula rahi hun. Main ghutno par aur woh mere muh ke samne khade hai.Ye sunn Tushaar, Naveen samajh gaye aur mere muh ke samne apne khade lund ko latkaaye bistar par khade ho gaye.Rakesh: Samne… unke lund ke samne?Main Tushaar ke lund ko pakad boli: Haan, unka lumba mota lund mere chehre ke samne jhool rahe hai, Rakesh. Sachme Tushaar ka lund bohut lumba hai mere hath mein.Rakesh: Aur, aur Naveen ka, use hath. My face began to burn, as I felt it turning red. Then—it came.I collapse onto Parker's back. Totally covering him, with all 160 lbs of hard jock meat. Our sweat mixed together, and as I caught a whiff of his pits, I exploded. Just laying there, completely exhausted, I let out a rebel yell that was certainly heard half way around the block. I counted the shots, as my thick stream of jock juice filled his guts and ass. Nine shots I gifted him, firing off like a machine gun. My abs continued to. There was a truck stop near where I lived and I would sometimes walk around at night. But, no one ever approached me. I found a different adult store and started going into the arcade but nothing happened. Finally, a guy told me the action was in the dark corners of the parking lot behind the store. I went out there a few times but was nervous a cop would pull up. Finally, a guy rolled down his window and invited me to sit in his passenger seat. After we talked for a few minutes, he took out.