The Day I Lost Control

The day I lost control episode 3 – finale

The Day I Lost Control (18+) – The
End (Episode 3)
:
I guess he understood what was about to go
down. If anybody noticed us leaving via the
backdoor towards the toilets, I didn’t care
anymore; I just had to quench the fire burning in
my K!ttyC@t. Luckily, the ladies and men’s
restrooms were built side by side so it would be less suspicious if he was to come out after me
when the show is over. I got into the ladies room, surveyed the cubicles
there and breathed a sigh of relief EMPTY! Few
seconds later which to me felt like forever, he
joined me there. I located one cubicle at the
extreme of the room close to the wall; I dragged
his hand toward that particular cubicle and once we were in,side, I locked it and turned the knob to
indicate “occupied”; we stood in the small
space staring at each other, I decided to take the
bull by the horns by grabbing him by the crotch to
‘test the waters’ and I was not disappointed. I pulled his face closer to mine and k-ssed him full
on the l-ips, he took a couple of seconds before
responding. The k-ss soon got hotter and I soon
got wetter with our hærd, ragged breaths playing
a s£nsu@l symphony for the both of us. I broke
the k-ss with a sense of urgency moved backwards and began pulling down my p@nties
while gyrating slowly; once the p@nties were on
a pool at my feet, I sat on the toilet seat,
spreading my legs wide open, my eyes half
closed with anticipation and I felt it_ his tongue
snaking into the crevices of my nether l-ips, his l-ips closing around my swollen knob, sU-Cking
and slurping all my juices before they dropped
down. I felt elevated, I felt so good, and all my years of
self servicing had never made me feel so good.
My legs jerked of their own accord my back
arched, my breath came in short gasps and
gr0aπs after gr0aπs escaped my throat. “o
gawd, o gawd…” I kept repeating; I was in paradise. In addition to good looks, Donald really
knew how to eat a woman out; before long, I felt
the familiar pressure build up from the depths of
my core and I began vibrating uncontrollably
while still bucking up and down. I was expecting Donald to stop eating me but he
surprised me by continuing, lapping up my juices
as they poured out in great torrents. I had never
Pour so hærd before and to say it was a
wonderful feeling is an understatement. After my orgasm passed a bit, I decided to return
the favour, I got on my knees, pulled down his
zipper, freed his raging rooster, “sorry for
keeping you waiting” I whispered to it. I took
the wh0le man dingo into my mouth licking from
the top to the ball sac. I flicked my tongue over the ‘eye’ of his dingo, noticing as he flinched; I
smiled to myself and did it again and again
watching him flinch each time I did that. I took the meat deep into my throat until I nearly
choked to death. After that, I stood up, held the
toilet reservoir and backed him, giving him
enough access for the ‘standing doggie’ style. I just lost every care in the world about the much
talked about STDs all I wanted was satisfaction
which only Donald could give me at that moment. It seemed too that he was past caring as he
ins**ted his warm throbbing meat into my tight
K!ttyC@t; I felt my warm walls closing around his
member, and I felt him pause a little to adjust to
the new environment and after a couple of
minutes, he began thr-sting in and out of me slowly, then rapidly like I was owing him money
while I met him halfway thr-st for thr-st. The
sounds that filled the cubicles were the sounds of
our bodies slapping against each other in a ‘kpa
kpa kpa’ kind of sound, our gr0aπs, gro-ns and
ragged breaths; all combined to produce the perfect symphony for our exciting romp. Once
again I began to feel the pressure build up in me;
I guess his own load was about to blow cause he
began to pound away faster with his grunt
getting slightly louder. Then I felt his man meat swell to more than twice
its size, he quickly pulled out while I quickly
turned around, got on my knees and took the
dingo into my warm mouth letting him pump load
after load of thick whitish Fluid which I ensured I
sU-Cked all until there was no drop left. Using my fingers, I scooped up some that dripped down my
chin straight into my mouth. After our breaths
calmed down I said to him “that was great,
thanks a lot I needed that” and with that I wore
back my p@nties, went to the sink washed my
chin, arranged my hair and left the restroom towards the counter. After my orgasm passed a
bit, I decided to return the favour, I got on my
knees, pulled down his zipper, freed his raging
rooster, “sorry for keeping you waiting” I
whispered to it. I took the wh0le man dingo into my mouth licking
from the top to the ball sac. I flicked my tongue
over the ‘eye’ of his dingo, noticing as he
flinched; I smiled to myself and did it again and
again watching him flinch each time I did that. I
took the meat deep into my throat until I nearly choked to death. After that, I stood up, held the
toilet reservoir and backed him, giving him
enough access for the ‘standing doggie’ style.
I just lost every care in the world about the much
talked about STDs all I wanted was satisfaction
which only Donald could give me at that moment. It seemed too that he was past caring as he
ins**ted his warm throbbing meat into my tight
K!ttyC@t; I felt my warm walls closing around his
member, and I felt him pause a little to adjust to
the new environment and after a couple of
minutes, he began thr-sting in and out of me slowly, then rapidly like I was owing him money
while I met him halfway thr-st for thr-st. The
sounds that filled the cubicles were the sounds of
our bodies slapping against each other in a ‘kpa
kpa kpa’ kind of sound, our gr0aπs, gro-ns and
ragged breaths; all combined to produce the perfect symphony for our exciting romp. Once again I began to feel the pressure build up
in me; I guess his own load was about to blow
cause he began to pound away faster with his
grunt getting slightly louder. Then I felt his man
meat swell to more than twice its size, he quickly
pulled out while I quickly turned around, got on my knees and took the dingo into my warm
mouth letting him pump load after load of thick
whitish Fluid which I ensured I sU-Cked all until
there was no drop left. Using my fingers, I
scooped up some that dripped down my chin
straight into my mouth. After our breaths calmed down I said to him
“that was great, thanks a lot I needed that”
and with that I wore back  my p@nties, went to
the sink washed my chin, arranged my hair and
left the restroom towards the counter.
 
The End.

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