Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

CONTINUATION






I sat in the chair, Priya perched on the edge of her bed, a book open in her lap. "Don't come near me," she'd said, her voice low and firm. 

"I’m trying to read, and your presence is making me incredibly nervous. Please just stay there." Her words were a clear warning, but the tension in the air thrummed with unspoken desires.

She remained absorbed in her reading, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. The way the light caught the strands of her hair, the gentle curve of her neck, the way her lips moved slightly as she silently read – it all captivated me. 

It was a dangerous game, this silent observation, fueling the flames of my forbidden desire. I knew I was pushing boundaries, but I found myself unable to resist the allure of her presence.

After a long, tense silence, Priya looked up, her eyes meeting mine. "Why are you staring at me?" she asked, her voice laced with both annoyance and a flicker of apprehension. 

"It's making me extremely uneasy. It’s making me feel really uncomfortable, and I don’t like it at all."

"I can't help it," I replied, my voice soft, but my gaze unwavering. 

"You’re beautiful, Priya. I can't stop looking at you." 

"I'm feeling very uncomfortable," she said, her voice tighter now, a slight tremor betraying her unease. 

"Please stop. This is making me feel very anxious, and I don’t know how to handle this." She shifted nervously on the bed, attempting to create more distance.

"Priya," I said, rising from the chair, the words spilling out in a rush, "I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now, and I can’t keep it bottled up any longer." 

The confession felt both exhilarating and terrifying. This was a reckless act, a plunge into the unknown.

"Why are you saying this now?" she asked, her voice sharp with frustration. "You know I’ve asked you not to come near me, that I'm not comfortable with this. Why are you ignoring my feelings?" 

Her tone was a mixture of anger and hurt.

"Because I can’t pretend any longer, it felt good the last time we had sex in your father's car" I replied, stepping closer, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"I can’t just sit here and watch you from afar. I need to be close to you, to feel you…" My words were urgent, desperate.

"Stay away from me you pervert," she insisted, her voice strained, her body stiffening. "You promised you wouldn’t, and I’m not changing my mind. I don’t want to hurt Rahul."

Ignoring her plea, I reached out, taking her hand, and pulling her towards me. Before she could fully react, my lips found hers. It was exhilarating. 

This kiss, stolen in secrecy, held a profound intensity. The thrill of forbidden desire, the risk, the exhilaration of breaking unspoken rules, all combined to make it an overwhelmingly passionate experience.

The kiss ended, but the intensity lingered. She pushed me away, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fear. "Stay away from me," she repeated, her voice trembling. "This is wrong. This is so wrong. " She tried to get out of bed.

I pulled her back, holding her close. "Priya," I said, my voice soft but firm, "I love you. This feeling is real. 

Please, let me be with you." My words were heartfelt, but they were also manipulative, urging her to succumb to her desires.

"I don't want this," she cried, her voice filled with distress. "If Rahul finds out, I’ll be in immense trouble. This is a betrayal, and I can’t do it." 

Tears welled up in her eyes. She was truly afraid of the consequences.

"Priya, last time we had sex in your father's car, during your birthday and that bastard Rahul didn't find out. If he finds out, then break up with him," 

I said, my voice firm. "Come with me. We can be together, you and I." My words might have seemed callous, my desire overriding all concerns for her.

"I can’t," she whispered, shaking her head. "It’s not that simple. I’m not ready for that kind of trouble. I am not that kind of a girl. I’m not a slut" Her fear and vulnerability were palpable.

Despite her protests, I kissed her again, my lips moving against hers with a fervor that disregarded her objections. The kiss was more passionate now, as if trying to drown out her reservations. When I finally broke away, my breath was ragged.

“Free yourself,” I murmured, my voice husky, my gaze fixed on her face. I threw her books off the bed with a swift motion. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist. It's like she wanted sex. 

I gently laid her on the bed, her eyes wide and full of uncertainty. My lips found hers again, softer this time, exploring, tasting. I felt her arms around me, holding me close, a subtle counterpoint to her earlier resistance. 

This was a moment suspended between consent and protest, a space of conflicting emotions that only heightened the intensity of the encounter.

As I lowered my kisses from her lips to her neck, my hands traced the contours of her body. I untied the loose knot of her dress, and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any panties. 

"There’s no hiding it now, is there?" I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "You've done this before, with me."

"I'm afraid," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her body trembling. "I've never cheated before. This is all… wrong."

“Cheating is the best kind of affair," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "It's the thrill of the forbidden, the secret rendezvous, the shared risk, the intense passion that fuels the desire."

"It's the excitement of the hidden encounter, knowing that it is wrong, immoral, yet doing it anyway—knowing it is wrong makes it all the more intense.", I told her.


My gaze fell to her pussy. There was a slight dusting of hair on them, a surprising contrast to the smoothness of the rest of her skin. 

"Your beautiful pussy Priya," I murmured, my fingers lightly tracing the delicate curve, "they’re… interesting. I’ve thought about them before, these slightly hairy, soft, warm pussy."

"I’ve imagined the feel of my tongue against them once again. I’ve wanted to… explore them.” My voice was a low hum, a mixture of admiration and arousal.

She didn’t reply, but a soft moans escaped her lips. "Aaahh Rajeev aahahhh oooooo aaiaiiiii"


I lowered my head, placing my tongue on her pussy, rolling it up and down. A loud moan escaped her, a sound of both pain and pleasure. 

I shifted my attention, however, turning her over and to her asshole. I didn’t find her pussy that interesting. It was her asshole that I was craving for.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice strained, a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What is that you're doing?"

"Nothing," I whispered back. I didn't want to reveal my intentions—that I wanted to fuck her back hole —I knew she would likely refuse, potentially ending the encounter before it really began.

"Just… rolling my tongue," I murmured. "It’s nothing much. It’s just a sensation.  You know you have a good asshole Priya. Nothing more, nothing less. Please, don’t worry too much." 

I tried to sound casual, but my eagerness betrayed me.

"Why do you like that hole so much? It's not normal and it is dirty" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. "And it's not even clean!" Her question held both intrigue and revulsion.

"Sometimes," I whispered, "intimate affairs thrive on a little dirtiness." I leaned in closer, my eyes meeting hers. 

"It's about the abandon, the lack of inhibitions, that is what makes it so thrilling. It's raw, unfiltered, and unexpected."

"Eew," she mumbled, a sound of utter disgust. The smell hit me then; her asshole was smelling like shit. The sweet smell of shit. 

It was different, stronger, more pungent than the last time I’d been close. My ideal Priya—this flawless object of desire—had a stinky asshole. The last time I smelled her asshole, it was clean.



"Your asshole stinks Priya," I said, my voice laced with a touch of disappointment. The discovery was jarring, shattering the image I had built up in my mind.

"It does?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. "I… I didn’t know." She sounded utterly mortified.

"It should," I said, my words both teasing and honest. "A little shitty smell of your asshole only adds to the thrill of the unexpected encounter, wouldn’t you agree?" 

The unexpected scent and her reaction only added another layer to the forbidden thrill.



I spotted a jar of Vaseline on Priya's dresser. "Hey, Priya," I said, trying to keep my voice casual, 

"Could you hand me that Vaseline over there? The one near you, on the dresser." My heart pounded; this was the start of the next phase of my plan which was to fuck her asshole which stinks.


She eyed the Vaseline, then looked back at me, her expression suspicious. "No," she said, her voice firm. "I know what you’re going to do with it. I understand your intentions perfectly, and I am not going to help you." 

Her refusal was clear and resolute.

"Why not?" I asked, trying to maintain a nonchalant tone. "It's just some Vaseline. What’s the big deal? Why are you being so difficult?" I feigned ignorance, hoping to push her into revealing her suspicions.

"Because I know you're going to use it on my asshole" she said, her voice tight with apprehension. "And I've told you already, I’m not comfortable with that. I'm not going to let you do that to me." 

Her fear was palpable.

Ignoring her protest, I got up and retrieved the Vaseline myself. I unscrewed the cap, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room, and squeezed a dollop onto my finger. 

A wave of excitement washed over me; this illicit affair was beginning exactly as I’d envisioned. I was pleased with how compliant she was, even if it was a reluctant compliance.

I was finally going to fuck this whore in her smelly asshole and maybe even make her shit on my dick.


Dear friends, do you see how I am following the behavior of Arjun Sir? He has really influenced me to become this pervert who want to fuck and smell the shitty asshole of Priya.




I approached Priya, applying the Vaseline to her tight unused asshole. The cool, smooth texture of the petroleum jelly felt oddly satisfying against her asshole surface.

"Why are you applying on my asshole?" Priya asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. 

"Why are you so fixated on that particular hole? It's a really strange fixation." She shifted slightly, her discomfort evident.

"Because your asshole is the best," I replied, my voice low and intense. "Even if it does stink a little like shit. It has a certain… character. There's something about it that draws me in. It’s an alluring mystery." 

I leaned in closer, my gaze lingering on the spot where I’d applied the Vaseline.

Priya looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of disgust and hurt. "I wish I’d never met you," she said, her voice laced with bitterness. 

"I don’t understand why you’re doing this." Her words were sharp and laced with genuine pain.

"Oh, I'll show you why," I said, my voice low and intense. "This forbidden asshole… it needs to be desecrated. Today, you'll experience something Rahul could only dream of. Something he’s never given you"

"Something you’ve never felt before." I focused intently on her asshole, the Vaseline glistening under the light.

I stood up, removing my trouser, and my dick appeared. I held it up, approaching her head. "Taste this," I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper.

She jumped back, her eyes wide with shock and revulsion. "What?" she exclaimed, her voice sharp. 


"Are you serious? You’re such a turn off, I am not going to do it!" Her anger flared, a torrent of insults replacing her previous fear.

"Taste it," I repeated, my voice firm. "Or I’ll tell Rahul everything that happened between us. Every detail. You know I will.” My words were a threat, a calculated move to force her compliance.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice trembling, a mixture of fear and confusion evident. "Why are you forcing me to do these things?" Her eyes were filled with disgust.

"Because I love you," I said, my voice softening slightly. "And cheating relationships are the best. The intensity, the risk, the forbidden nature of it all...it’s electrifying."

I explained my twisted philosophy, justifying my actions.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’ll do it, but you promise you won’t tell Rahul. You have to promise me." Her words were laced with fear and desperation.

"I promise," I lied, my gaze fixed on her. "I’ll never tell him." I knew it was the kind of promise I would easily break.



Dear friends, in fact, I was going to record it and show it to Rahul who I hate so much and make him leave Priya alone. I don't like Rahul and intend to make him disintegrate from Priya.

She hesitantly began licking the tip of my dick, her expression a mix of anger, disgust, and resignation. I could sense the turmoil raging within her, but she managed to conceal her true emotions.

She swallowed my dick whole, her movements quick and almost desperate. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice laced with perverse encouragement. 


My dick glistened with her saliva, a testament to her forced participation. 

I held her head, guiding her slightly to help her with the task. "You’re a good slut my love," I whispered, my voice heavy with a false praise. “You’re a professional."

"See?" I said, after she’d finished. "Cheating is good. It's exciting. It's the thrill of the forbidden. It’s unlike anything you've ever experienced." 

My words were fueled by my own twisted sense of triumph.

After a while, I told her to lie on her stomach. Priya, wiping her mouth furiously, said, "Please, just fuck my pussy this time? Please? I really can't do in the back.”

"Stop talking and get into position," I said, my voice devoid of patience. "The asshole it is.” My focus was unwavering; my desire was directed at that one spot.

"I don't want pussy, I want your asshole only", I told her.

She obeyed, lying on her stomach. I positioned myself above her, my gaze falling upon that now-Vaselined asshole. I couldn't believe it: I was about to violate this asshole.


The smelly asshole belonging to Priya, the girlfriend of the person I hated most – Rahul. The irony wasn't lost on me. It was a disturbing combination of lust, revenge, and perverse satisfaction.

"Relax," I murmured, my voice low and persuasive. "Just relax. Trust me, it'll be easier if you just relax your asshole." 

"I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m so scared. I don't know if I can do this." She was clearly in a state of distress.

"Yes, you can," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "Just let go, surrender to the moment. It’s going to be okay. I'm going to do it slowly and carefully. It won’t hurt." 

My words were meant to calm and soothe her, but they also held a layer of barely concealed coercion.

I leaned down, kissing her back gently. "I'm going to do it slowly this time," I whispered, my voice soft and reassuring. 

"Just relax. Let me take control."

She hesitated, a slight tremor in her body. "I… I don’t know," she stammered.

"Yes, you do," I said, my voice firm and confident, reinforcing my words with a determined gaze. "You’re stronger than you think. You can handle this. We can do this together."

"Alright," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "But please be gentle. Please be slow and careful." She was still apprehensive but had finally succumbed to my persuasion.

"Remove your hand," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Stop covering your asshole. Let me do what I need to do."

"I… I can’t," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I'm just… scared." Her body was rigid with tension.

"Use both your hands to spread your asscheeks open wider," I said, my voice a low command. "Just spread it nice and wide. Let me work my way in."

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But please… be gentle." She slowly, hesitantly moved her hands, spreading her asscheeks as I instructed.


With a firm press, my dick head slipped inside, the Vaseline acting as a surprisingly effective lubricant. "See?" I said, my voice low and encouraging. 

"The head’s in. Just relax, you’ll be fine. Just calm down. It's going to be alright. It's already in. You will love it in your ass for the first time Priya, I assure you" 

A thrill shot through me; this illicit affair was proving even more exciting than I’d anticipated. The forbidden nature of it all fueled my exhilaration.

"Get it out," Priya gasped, her voice strained with pain and fear. "Please, get it out! I can’t do this! This is unbearable!" Her words were punctuated by sharp intakes of breath.

"If I keep removing it, we'll never finish," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "Be patient. The head is already in; it’s just a matter of letting the rest follow. Just relax and let it happen."

"Your knee is so incredibly soft, so smooth against my dick." 

I adjusted my position, finding the perfect angle to ease the penetration. The softness of her asshole against my dick was unexpectedly pleasing.

"Ow! Ugh! No! Stop! It hurts! It's too big! It's too much!" Priya cried out, her words a mixture of pain, fear, and revulsion. 

"Please stop! Get it out! Get it out now!" Her voice was rising in pitch and intensity. Her asshole was now becoming elastic as I continued pushing it deeper inside her asshole.

Ignoring her protests, I pushed in again, a little deeper this time. "It’s not fully in yet," I whispered, my voice barely audible above her cries. 

"You need to relax, let it slide in. You need to relax and enjoy it. Rahul has no idea what’s happening right now. He’ll never know, never ever.” 

The thought of Rahul’s ignorance only intensified my pleasure.

"I can't take it any deeper!" she screamed. "It's… it's just too much! I can't! My backhole… it feels like it's going to break!" Her voice was filled with genuine distress.

"Shut up and stop being such a bitch, you whore, relax your asshole slut," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. My words were harsh, yet I pushed in deeper, ignoring her pleas.

"NOOO! STOP! IT HURTS! GET IT OUT! I CAN'T… I CAN’T BREATHE!" she shrieked, her voice rising to a piercing crescendo. "GET IT OUT! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!"

"Shut up!" I commanded, my voice hard and impatient. With a final push, my dick slid in and was fully inside. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me. 

The warmth of her asshole, the tight embrace of her flesh around her asshole—it was an overwhelmingly intense sensation. 

The temperature was perfect, the perfect balance of heat and moisture creating an exquisite feeling. This was the feeling of fucking the asshole. So sweet even better than pussy.

"There," I murmured, my voice thick with satisfaction. "It's fully inside. See? Your asshole is beautiful. It’s perfect."

"AAAHHHHHH! GET IT OUT! IT’S… IT’S SO WRONG!" she screamed, her body writhing. Her pain was genuine; the pleasure for me was almost sadistic.

"I'm not removing until your asshole gets used to it Priya," I said, my voice firm. "You need to relax and let it happen. Just relax, it will feel better after a while." 

My words were a mix of command and encouragement, but primarily to satisfy my own desires.

"Get it out! I need to breathe! I promise I’ll… I’ll do anything if you just take it out! I promise!" she gasped, her breathing ragged.

"No," I said, ignoring her pleas. "If I fuck your asshole today, it'll be loose by tomorrow. You won't need to struggle so much next time. It’ll be easier." 

My words were cruel yet honest.

Her body was writhing, her movements quick, jerky lurches of pain and discomfort. I began moving my dick slowly in and out of her asshole, savoring the sensation. 

If Rahul ever found out, he'd never speak to me again. But I don't care, I only care about ruining his relationship with Priya and also ruining Priya's asshole.

To ease the friction, I applied more Vaseline around her asshole. I pushed it in and out a couple of times, the rhythm building, the intensity growing.

"AAAHHHHH! Rajeev stooopp TOO…TOO MUCH!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with exertion and pain. "It’s…it’s burning! OH GOD!"

"Stop screaming," I said, my voice hard. I didn’t care about her anymore; my focus was solely on my own pleasure. 

I was utterly selfish, my gratification overriding any concern for her well-being.

After a while, the tightness began to ease. My dick slid in and out with much less resistance.





"There you go, see? You are now my anal slut" I said, my voice laced with satisfaction. "See? You did it. You were patient. Congratulations."

"I… I hate you, aaahhh gggh ooohh ooohhhhhh  aaaaaaaaahhh" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I hate you so much." Her voice held a weary exhaustion, a defeated acceptance.

"How are you feeling doing this for the first time?" I asked, my tone curious rather than caring.

"Horrible, aaahhhh oooh horrible so much horrible aaaahhhhhhhh" she replied, her voice tight with pain. 

"Absolutely horrible. I can't believe I let you do this aaahhhhhhhh" She was still grappling with the experience, her body and mind reeling from the violation.

"You’ll get used to it," I said, my words callous and unconcerned with her feelings. As I moved my dick, I noticed something else which was so satisfying.

My dick was coated with chocolate, yes her SHIT. A dark, rich shit, glistening and thick and sticky. It reminded me of the chocolate-coated dick I had once seen on Arjun Sir's dick.

A wave of intense pride washed over me. This was it, the moment I’d been waiting for, this moment of victory over Priya and, by extension, over Rahul.

"I see your dark brown shit Priya," I said, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze fixed on the glistening coating.

"OOOH NO! OOOOH NO!" Priya cried, her voice laced with both fear and revulsion.

Energized by the sight of her shit, I moved my dick in and out faster inside her asshole, the rhythm more intense. 

A stinky smell of her shit started to permeate the air—a mix of sweat, Vaseline, and the distinct odor of her shit.

"Are you inhaling the fragrance of your own shit Priya?" I asked, my voice a low chuckle. She didn’t reply, only gasping for air, her body heaving with exertion.

"Aaahh aahhh ahh oooohhh ooohh ssshh ooohh "

Priya had stopped begging me to stop. She was merely a vessel for my satisfaction, a tool for the fulfillment of my desires.


Priya’s noises were a mixture of gasps, moans, and occasional screams. "Oohhhhh Rajeevv!" she gasped, her voice strained. "Harder! Oh God…yes… harder!" 



Dear friends, I didn't believe Priya was moaning this much. Arjun Sir was telling me the truth that if you fuck a woman in the asshole for the first time, she will be a slut and will love you.




Then, a moment later, a sharp cry: "No…too much…too deep! Ooo h Rajeeeevvv" Her cries were a chaotic mix of pain, pleasure, and barely suppressed terror. 

It was clear that she was in immense pain and distress, but a part of her seemed to be enjoying the experience.

Then for deeper penetration, I stood up, carefully with my dick still buried in her asshole. I held her close, her hands gripping the shelf for support. 

I leaned down, kissing the back of her neck, murmuring, "You’re so sweet Priya, your asshole is so sweet and your shit smells so nice," against her skin. 

She gasped, but offered no other resistance. Her asshole seemed to be tense but at the same time, she showed no clear signs of opposition.

Holding her firmly, I resumed pushing my dick deeper inside her asshole, my movements faster now, more forceful. The room was thick with the smell of sweat, Vaseline, and a pungent aroma of her shit. 

I saw she dirtied my dick with her shit, thick and glistening, almost obscuring my dick itself. It was coating my dick generously. A good layer of it was visible.





"We… we should go to the bathroom," Priya gasped, her voice breathless. "Or…or I’m going to make a huge mess on the floor. I may shit everywhere." 

Her fear was evident; her desire to maintain her bedroom's tidiness overcoming, momentarily, her pain. She was afraid of making her bedroom shitty

"The bathroom’s boring," I replied, my voice low and teasing. "And if you make a mess, I'll help you clean it. It’ll be fun. No one is with us, we have all the time in the world" 

"Just you and me Priya, my love, here with me as I fuck your asshole while you continue shitting on my dick"

My intention was not to help her. I was interested in making her continue despite her fears.

"No! Don’t be stupid! It’s going to be such a mess! I don’t want to make a mess! This is my room" she insisted, her voice tight with anxiety. 

But I ignored her, my focus solely on fucking her asshole.

My rapid fucking of her asshole had loosened her asshole considerably. Telling her to stand still, I slowly withdrew my dick from her asshole. 

Her asshole gaped open, revealing the inside, and there was a small amount of stinky shit around the rim. With a smirk, I re-inserted my dick back in her asshole.





I was increasing the speed and intensity of my thrusts.

Her entire body was shaking now, her hands trembling as she gripped the shelf. The shelf itself was starting to shake slightly under the force of her movements. 

"Oh God… oh God…yes… harder…faster…" she gasped, her voice strained almost to breaking point. "More…more…I can’t…I can’t take much more…"

I groaned, sensing my own release was imminent. "Aaah no Rajeev Please aaahhh Don't cum inside!" she gasped urgently, her voice edged with panic.

"Shut up," I growled, pushing even harder. With a final, guttural groan, I held onto the shelf for support and released myself deep inside her knee. 

I was cumming inside Priya's asshole for the first time ever. This was a dream CUM true. No pun intended.

I kissed her shoulder, murmuring, "You made me so happy. Priya" My dirty dick remained deep inside her asshole mixed with my sperm and her shit.

"Don’t take it out yet," Priya said, her voice breathless. "If you do, I may shit it on the floor." 


Her concern seemed genuine, focused on cleanliness rather than her own discomfort. She didin't want to dirty her bedroom with her own shit and my sperms.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my tone. I was enjoying her newfound concern for hygiene.

"Let's…let's go to the bathroom," she whispered, her voice raspy. "But… keep it in please."

"With my dick still inside your asshole?" I asked, my voice laced with playful surprise.

"Yes," she whispered, confirming my supposition. My naughty girl, indeed. 

"Don’t think like I am a slut or something. I just want to keep my bedroom clean." Her focus on maintaining cleanliness was unexpected.

"Okay, let’s go then," I said. The walk was surprisingly awkward, with my dick still deeply lodged in her shitty asshole. 

Priya moved gingerly, her body tense, attempting to minimize any spillage of her shit. I could feel her asshole ring cling tightly around my dick. It felt so good.

In the bathroom, I asked, "Can I take it out now?"

"Yes," she replied, her voice strained. The moment I removed my dick from her asshole, a mixture of her shit and my sperm spurted out, landing messily on the bathroom floor.

"Eewww," I said, wrinkling my nose. "That shit smells absolutely rank. It’s really stinky Priya. You ate so much today huh?" 

The smell was overwhelmingly so good, a cloying mix of sweetness and something else decidedly nice.

Priya turned to me, a surprising smile spreading across her face. "I told you it would be a mess," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Unexpectedly, she leaned up and kissed me. And just as unexpectedly, I found myself kissing her back. 

The kiss was intense, passionate, and remarkably tender after the rough intensity that preceded it.

Then I headed back to her bedroom. 

She then asks me, "Hey Rajeev, where are you going?"

"To rest of course", I replied.

"Don't you dare go to my bedroom without washing your dick", she said.

Then I told her that I want to............................