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Having tried most else to try and get back together with her Ex, her obsession had become worse and worse, the last attempt leaving a broken door window, just to find the back lock changed to not have an indoor latch. This time she manages to open a back window into the bathroom in the dead of night, hoping she could at least win him back wearing an outfit he loved in bed, riding leathers and a PVC cap.
 
Managing it open, she slowly moves to enter the pitch black room, trying not to let her clothing creak. With one leg in over the sill, she feels a strong pull, barely a squeak escaping before her face is enveloped. She knows exactly what's going on, goes limp, and moans into his tip as it slurps up to the collar of her jacket. Before it restricts her arms, she begins rubbing what precum there is over herself to smoothen entry, knowing that at least she gets to spend a bit more time with him and make him cum one final time.
 
Reaching down, she undoes the belt around her leather pants, beginning to enjoy herself with both hands as the shaft lurches up to her elbows, moaning throughout. She begins to slide past any return, legs just hanging as she is hoisted up for the plunge. With one quick lift up of her legs, she disappears, lubricated, smooth leather making it a straight drop.
 
Slipping along the walls and onto her back, her hands were still latched to the hole the whole while as she fell into the pitch black sack where everything would fade to white. A few moments to recoup and a few to reorient herself, slick sounds throughout as she rolled front-down with her forelegs hoisted over her, not satisfied with just laying on her back until her face dripped down her front.
 
Vigorously she starts rubbing her whole torso against the sack walls, only loosing one of her hands from her cooch to start rubbing what cum there was over her front between grinding. She began licking and nipping at the wall, rubbing her face up against it slowly, making every body movement count while there still is a body. The euphoric aphrodesiac can't add much more to the lustful wanton abandon when she begins melting, her feet dripping out her boots and down her tight leather pants, her boots swallowing up the shortening forelegs to return only cum trickling over her backside.
 
Only fingerless gloves to cover her hands, and about a gallon of cum being sloshed around by her movements, it wasn't long before one hand's strokes turned to finger painting her bosom, the other hand's digits joining the rest of the seed spilling into her. The boots without enough of her twitching forelegs to cling to, and the voracious rims stopping her thighs, the soles fold them over and splash down, dropping settling pant forelegs on her thighs.
 
Her palm liquifies, leaving the glove inside her, bringing her stewing hole to climax. Her body coils into an arch, hoisted up by shortening thighs and one arm's elbow. The jerk upwards trails many strings of cum underneath her, scarcely hiding her softening pelvis, her right forearm still pressing against her hole. Instead of merely squirting, her pelvis and lower abdomen burst, collapsing, gushing, and splashing, while the slushing sounds of a big chunk of softened flesh caving into cum are overcome by a moan rising into scream.
 
The pants fall back into the muck with a splat, remaining thighs melting like a candle lit at both ends with her ass a memory. Her torso rested against the lower end of the wall, slowly sliding towards her creamy fate, practically a living smear. Despite her sensory overload as her body felt like a peak orgasm, she slurs a "Thang... yuh...", before using what arm hasn't leaked from flattening sleeves to nudge herself away from the wall. She slid into floating face-down in herself, and brings her head up enough to take a long, heavy gasp, cum strings stretching from her face already, her back arch exagerated by the flattened jacket bottom and lifeless sleeves.
 
Quickly, while her diaphragm is still intact, she plunges her face deep, screaming into the cum, a rolling boil of cum-bubbles enveloping her head until the scream dissolves into a gurgle, her chest emptying to never fill again, bubbles fading to expose a white mound dispersing just infront of her faintly bubbling neck. Her tight cap floating free and away on the current leaking from her jacket's collar, her thorax slowly drains out of any opening, until all that's left of her is a puddle of happiness past a white hole's event horizon.
 
Having managed the lights on while his troubles melted away, he just sits there, back to the sink opposite of the tub, reaching his peak, watching for the splatter to ensure his problem is solvent. Hands reaching to finish, they are delegated to aiming as bucket after bucket of cum left, one painfully big gush sending free her jacket and pants, belts jingling through the air before the leathers plant onto the wall like a splattering cartoon character. Finally pumping out the last few gobs with her cap to top off the hot mess, he falls back, the now twice-dumped slop slowly oozing down the walls.
 
Barely recovered and rod still twitching, he reaches over and opens the drain. What's now just a large masturbation load slowly bubbles and gurgles down as he watches, satisfied he wouldn't have to worry anymore. Knowing the outfit was around his new girlfriend's size, he gathers it up and goes to clean it, the outfit still dripping and warm from her melted body.