There at the end of the bar, staring blankly at the polished wood and brass, sat a middle-aged man, unremarkable on first glance but more than remarka...le on second. He was wearing a charcoal grey suit, clearly of the tailored variety, that hung perfectly on his frame, and his white French cuffs were held together with 14kt gold signet cufflinks. Small details, yes, but details that gave away his position in the world, nonetheless. His dark brown hair, cut quite short but obviously by someone. I came hard. The first squirt shot out to my hand. Patel saw this and pumped me about four more times, causing amazing pleasure, but making my cum leak out, instead of shoot. What the visual lacked, the tactile made up for. His cock forced my orgasm to be internally focused. Amazing. I was spent and laid there as Patel used the bathroom shower and cleaned himself. I was wet and having spasms in all the right places. My makeup was surprisingly still intact and I still looked hot. He came out,. Emma’s heart immediately dropped into her stomach. There was a long torturous moment of silence before Kelly continued. “The party is over and everyone left Dillian’s ... except Hanna. She’s spending the night.” “Alright, thanks. Bye,” Emma forced out. She managed to disconnect the call before starting to sob into her hands. Images flashed through her mind, Hanna with her man. Her mom grounding her earlier that day for little reason at all and her dad standing there supporting it. Anger started. Next I swung off to wet his dick with my sloppy mouth. Then I straddled him again and attempted to stuff his big dick into my hot, tingling asshole. It barely fit as I worked the head in. It hurt a lot. Still I couldn't stop trying. The head worked in and out a couple times before I just sat on it.“Your so tight, it feels so good.” he said looking up at me and rolling his eyes back.It was tight alright. It didn't seem that big compared to some poops I've had, but they hurt too. I leaned back.