“I’m going to die anyway,” he’d said, pragmatic as always. “Do you imagine waiting in there, alive, until I suffocate or starve to death is ... kinder way to go? This way I know it won’t be in vain.”And no one could reasonably debate that. A quick, relatively painless death from blood loss was definitely preferable to a long period of suffering – especially as it might be the facet of the plan that meant that Corypheus’ inevitable escape wouldn’t be repeated.Once it was clear that Avernus was. My stomach muscles clenched of their own accord. I was panting and glassy-eyed and needed to cum again in the worst way. Bud let go of my clit and pulled the skin back down over it. He pressed my labia back together and pulled my legs together. He slapped me on the butt and pushed me back to my feet.I stood there pouting at Bud, with my hands on my boobs, squeezing them and rubbing my nipples. He laughed and said, "Serves you right. Now you get a taste of your own medicine." He held up his hand. It was stubborn but with me using both hands, I finally got it to feed me a large load of protein.By the time I had finished in the glory hole booth, my phone had been blown up with texts. Dawson wanted to know where I was and so did a couple of other friends. When I arrived at bookstore, I had a two hour window, and I had been there 3 hours and 19 minutes. I was a mess and it would take extra time to get cleaned up and dressed. My hair was a wreck with strands stuck to my forehead from. Twat. Cunt. Pussy. Whatever you wanna call it.At this point she was uncontrollable, to say the least. It seemed as if the severity of the occasion had finally gotten to her, and she was in an uncontrollable need for penis. I, of course, would be the one whom it belonged to and the one that would be giving it to her.She paid my rock hard cock attention for a few moments with her mouth before dropping down onto the tiled floor, her one-piece pulled up to her hips, saying "take me now!"I would not.