After a minute of checking its temperature, he plugged up the drain and returned to me. Pulling a towel from the cupboard and throwing it to the floor to soak my mess up, Ean moved to lift up my shirt. XXX With my bottom dangling down between his arms, the warmest, wettest, most relieving feeling poured out of my vagina and into my pants. Ean squeezed me into him as if I was his wife. He was so weak by then. I had to use the bathroom. I kicked him, scratched him, bit him, screamed at him; I did everything in my power to get him the fuck off me but he wouldn’t stop coming back. I hated him. And then another juice climbed over the edge of my mattress. And
