“Fourteen.”
“Oh, motherfuck-motherload,” his second burst of cum floods me, one thick discharge after another flooding inside my guts, followed down leaking in a slow, steady stream of disgusting cum, down my legs or trickles to the stones below. Hindi sex And still, this angry stranger pounds into me. Sitting up, I pull down my top and scan alley for my coat. I’m on fire, and yet, I’m freezing. Their still up doesn’t matter, I need water. I get the can of beans, open it with my knife, and set on the grate above the fire. The snow-covered peaks, thick patches of snow hanging heavy on the limbs of the pine trees.
