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Futanari Girlfriend

... for a second. “I said take off your clothes,” her voice was stern, the words were an order. My nipples immediately grew hard and I slipped my t-shirt over my head exposing the red, pushup bra that I knew she liked. But Giselle gave me a wry grin. “All of them. Now.” I reached back without a word, unhooked my bra, and slipped out of the straps exposing my tits to the cool night air. My puffy, dark nipples stood out defiantly. Giselle grinned. “Now the rest.” Kicking my sandals off, I reached down and shimmied out of my shorts and matching panty. Now I felt exposed, like I had never been naked in front of her before. I don’t know why it felt that way, but it did. I crossed my legs to hide my pussy, but Giselle’s hand came down on my thigh. “No,” she held my leg in place. “I want to see it,” she said firmly. I spread my left leg toward her and my right toward the door. “Like this?” I looked down at the neatly trimmed mound and ragged little lips of my cunt and felt my chest tighten. I was getting turned on. “Now take off my clothes,” Giselle stared out the windshield. “All of them.” I reached over and we worked her out of the loose polo shirt she was wearing. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her heavy breasts, almost twice as big as my own, hung down like ripe fruit. I started to reach for her right breast, I wanted to tweak the nipple and watch the little bit of pain light across her face, but she pulled away. “Don’t touch me,” she snapped, “do what I told you.” A shiver of ...

... excitement went through me. She wanted to play rough, she wanted to dominate me, force me to pay what I had done, and I loved the idea. I reached down and unbuttoned her shorts. The fabric was stretched tight over her cock, the length running forward, trapped along her thigh. I pulled the zipper down and reached into the opening to free her before I tugged the fabric down her thighs. Her cock, all thirteen inches of its thick, hot magnificence sprang up and thumped the bottom of the steering wheel. Giselle, cocked her knee against the wheel, reached up and put her hair in a ponytail while I sat and stared down at the throbbing dick I wanted more than air. “Suck it,” she reached over and grabbed the back of my head. “Suck it,” she pressed me down until her cock parted my lips. I closed my eyes. The skin was hot and could feel her contract as I swallowed more and more of her. “Yes, swallow it.” She pressed me head down until the tip of her cock touched my gag reflex, but I had been there before and I relaxed my throat. I wanted my punishment, craved it. If nothing else, I deserved it. “Fuck!” I swallowed more of her, pressing her into my throat and breathing through my nose. I could smell the musk of her pussy and, without being told, I spread her lips wide and dipped a finger into her darkness. “Yes,” the car’s engine roared for a moment as she pressed the accelerator in excitement. “Fuck me,” she ordered and her hips began to thrust her throbbing dick deeper into my throat. I ...