There are more stairs to climb.
We climbed three more flights. His cock back in my ass, my legs threatening to give out with every step, the water still trapped in my cunt from the enema sloshing with every movement. By the time we reached the top, I was barely conscious, my world reduced to the burn in my thighs and the fullness in my ass and the voice in my ear saying "chal, chal, chal."










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