Itna sunte hi mera lund fir se fadfadne lga ab mai uske dono taango ke bich ja k baith chuka tha wo apna dono taang ko upar utta li thi maine apna lun...d pakad ke uske bur me ragadne lga wo kehni lagi chodo na pel do apna lund mere bur me itna kehte hi maine apna lund uske bur Me pel diya wo chilllaaa utti,rone lagi bahar niklo bahar nikalo,bahut dard ho rha hai ufffffff maaa jaisi awaj nikal rhi thi maine usse kaha mera toh abhi aadha lund hi pela hai toh jaise hi usne apna aankh khol ke dekhi. One of which felt oddly pleasurable as she held it between her legs, once again rinsing the soap off. It had felt good, better than good, and she'd have explored it further had her mother not suddenly come barging in on her. Even as she sat there, turning the dial once again, finding that same familiar pulsating spray she'd once discovered, she recalled that horrible moment."Just what the hell are you doing? You filthy, filthy girl!" Her mother had screamed at her. Carla had immediately taken. It wasn't from outside, though he was conscious of the echoes of sirens and automobile horns rising from the streets below. Rather noisier than below his own apartment, that was for sure. And it was too high-pitched to be the sound of a stereo blasting from an adjoining apartment."Fuck!" Marianne gasped, stretching her arm over to the bedside table, Gareth's penis still deep inside her. "Now it's the cell phone. I should've just turned it off!" Just ignore it!" Gareth snarled.He was just about. Wanna make sureyou pass!I laughed at the message and responded with a confirmation. It didn'toccur to me why he was so excited for it. I thought he was just beingnice. We talked back and forth for a few hours, just having lightconversation about school and friends among other things. Finally, I fellasleep with my phone in hand.I went to school the next day exhausted from being up so late and almostfell asleep in all of my classes. I barely saw Brianne that whole day andwe didn't talk very much.