Maine use niche utara uski chut me se lund nikal ker chut saaf ki use ghodi bana ker shower ke niche hi uski chhut me phir se daal diya 30 min ke baad...me chhutne wala tha wo boli rohan pl sander mat chhodna warna kuchh ho jayega to problem ho jayegi. Maine kaha ander nahi chhuta to chodne ka maja hi hi kya? Main thodi der baad apni pichkari uski chut me hi chhod di. Hum log naha ker bahar aye khana khane restaurant me gaye khana khaya. Maine kaha deepali main tumhe kuchh gift dena chahta hun. ..so if you have to hang up..." she trailed off. " No...no...I'm ok." I reassured her. " So...if I know you, you've already got that shirt on and are just asking me to let me know you're wearing it." I chuckled softly. " Oh now, why would you think that?" She laughed. " Because I know you." I shot back. " Well, I thought maybe you'd want to know I found it at my place...in case you had somewhere to be and wanted to wear it... could not find it." " Mmmm, and you just had to call and ask, didn't. ” “No.” I whimpered, struggling in my bounds, making little kitty noises as the reality of the scene began to sink in. I’d been given a choice. If I wanted any relief, I had to give in to her desires. I trusted her not to share any photos she took with anyone else, at least not without permission, which she knows I was unlikely to give, but still, I felt vulnerable… She tried a different tactic, kneeling on the floor and blowing warm air against my sex, driving me mad, giggling as I began. You shake as you try to keep pumping through it. Your come is spraying into my deep well. Its filling me up. My pussy is now shooting back out to the floor excess fluids around and past your cock as it empties. You can’t keep the rhythm up anymore. You’re exhausted. You let the your limp cock flop out. With it comes the remaining mix of fluid and juices, drenching your pants. You step back, kick off the wet garments, peel your wet socks off and drop them in the puddle.You say, “When you’re done.