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Simon could feel his frustration growing as he took another picture of the surrounding area. Not seeing anything other than walls and walls of some kind of material. He shakes his head as he walks back over to the panel and throttle forward. Turning when needed and running back and forth between the panel and his makeshift map. Marking down as he goes.
He pauses the movement and walks back over to the map. Drawing a line, only to connect back to where he began. He steps back as he looked over the whole map in confusion. That slowly turned into anger as he realized how much time he just wasted. He slams his fits against the wall as he cries out, not entirely from pain but also in agony.
Simon starts to pass back and forth. Stopping at the back end of the submarine. Pressing the button again for another picture, seeing exactly what he feared. He was back at the beginning. He lets out a deprecated laugh as he sits down and stares at the ceiling.
Wrapping an arm around his waist as he curls in slightly. Tilting his head down to look around the sub. His eyes locking onto the empty water bottle. He lightly rubs his thighs together. He was already going to die down here. Why not has his last moments at least be enjoyable.
He leans over and grabs the bottle. Using his free hand to open up his pants and pull them down. Feeling that the inside of his pants are already slightly wet. He shifts his hips forward and slides the cold metal against his hot pussy. he shudders softly as he feels it against his skin. it had been so long since he had touched himself.
he takes in a deep breath as he pushes the smaller end into him, feeling his wet hole eagerly envelope the metal bottle. feeling the stretch as the bottle widens out to the base of the bottle. Simon shifts his body so that he is comfortable on his knees. placing the bottom of the bottle on the ground so that he can comfortably sink down onto it. he shudders as he manages to sink all the way down onto the bottle.
he squeezes his thighs together to feel the bottle move inside him. he trails one of his hands down to grab at the base of the bottle and pull it out slowly, only to slide it back into him. he lets out a few soft moans, he needed this. needed to feel good. he picks up the speed a little until he can feel himself hit that sweet spot inside of him.
he uses his free hand to rub his nipple, lightly pinching it between his fingers. he felt the jolt from it immediately in his pussy. he moans loudly as he pinched harder. he speeds up the pumping of the bottle and arches his back as he cums. his eyes rolling back a little as he slumped against the wall. he takes in a few deep breaths to try and get his thighs to stop twitching.
he reaches in to pull the bottle out, but he decides that he's going to keep it inside of him, keep the nice feeling of being full. he stands up on slightly shaky legs as he grabs his pants, and he slips them back on. walking back over to the chair and siting down. grinding his hips down slightly just to feeling it shift inside him slightly as he settles and starts up his journey once more. there was a way out and he was going to find it.