Leaving my care products at the toilet,I kneel beside Sherrie, I peer into the dim light of the cabinet under her sink, “What?” I ask again, “Th...is?” I grab what looks like a deflated red rubber medicine ball.“Ya, do you know what it is?”There’s more with it. I can feel more of the same rubbery texture in the cabinet, behind a floral hat box Sherrie keeps her private things in. I carefully reach my arm out of the cabinet as the stiff, snaky rubber flops around. Long, brownish-yellow tubing. I smile at you while you struggle. I watch you squirm and push your hips up trying to get the relief that is not going to be forthcoming. As the days progress, you became more and more desperate for release. You continually beg me to get you off or at the very least, let me watch you finger yourself to one "little" one, just to take the edge off (no pun intended). Each night in bed, you beg, progressively getting more desperate, with you eventually becoming clearly agitated and irritable. In the moonlight and in an almost empty building, we made crazy love and moaned without a damn to the world. I love to say his name loud when he is getting me all hot and excited and I was moaning and screaming his name in quick succession. He asked me if he could cum as it had taken a lot of self control until now to hold back. Given that the flat had to look spotlessly clean, I made him cum in my mouth and licked every drop of him dry. We collapsed in each other’s arms, flushed with all the. Kha ja ise bhosdi ke. Ye chut teri hai. Bna de aj iska bhosda. Or jor jor se mere bal pakadkar mera muh apni chut me ee rahi thi. Usne aoni dono taange puri trh kholi hui thi or me lgatar laga hua tha chut ke juice ko pine me. Pooja ne bhot jor se moan kiya – aaahhh ohhhh mujke kaske pakda or uska badan akda me smj gya ki ras vehne wala hai or usne pura paani chhod diya jo maine ek boond bhi waste nai hone diya.Ab maine uske dono per apne kandhe par rakhe or apne garam lohe jaise Laude ko uski.