? Then, suddenly, the nozzle of the hose slipped up inside her pussy, flooding it, expanding it. There had never even been a Tampax in there. The w...ter was raping her! Her heart rate increased even more, and she began to breathe heavily, as the unfamiliar sensations overwhelmed her; she could not think rationally. She shook and clenched her teeth and tried to withstand the torment. Several times the bucket filled and was emptied, while her breasts were almost continuously squeezed,. It was as if she was single and she was trying to get him to be her boyfriend! She walked back into the living room. Ryan was lying back on the couch, recovering. He had his pants and underwear back on. “Do you want me to make you lunch?” she offered. He looked at her, caught off guard by the question. “Uh…” was all he could say, a little confused. “I want to make you lunch. Do you want grilled cheese?” she asked, assuming he had the required ingredients for it. “Uh…sure!” he said,. You have made it easy for me to speak openly about my expressions. You would slowly understand why. Thanks a lot. So it was sometime in the summer of 2017. As usual with a majority of us in the LGBTQ community, I was scrolling down the nearby list of online guys on a mobile gay dating app. It started like that. I don’t remember if it was he who messaged me first or I who pinged him. But eventually, we were messaging.The name he told us was Ankit, a Mumbai lad, working in the hospitality. You look at this woman/ a cocktail of terror and longing coursing through your blood. Taking hold of your face with both hands Maria Marquez thrusts her mouth against yours. Her lips soft against your own. Her cheap perfume intoxicates you. She edges her wet tongue into your mouth and you feel the surge of electricity. But you are confused. You shake your head/ pull away. See the wicked smile curling Marias lips. She nudges you. You fall back onto the sand. *Take off your clothes* she says. .