1. Clare


    Date: 9/16/2017, Categories: Fetish, First Time Shemales, Author: klammer

    ... and I realized that my leg was being pushed away. My cheeks grew red when I saw his erection bulging from his jeans. I swear, had we not been in public, I'd have touched it. What's wrong with me? ............... About forty-five minutes later we found ourselves as Hunter's house. His mom wasn't home so we sat on the couch and made out for a while. I didn't know why, but I was enjoying this a lot. The idea of him having me as his own made me so wet I was afraid he'd notice. Finally I took the initiative and planted my hand right on his crotch. I felt his member twitching and thrashing inside his jeans trying to get to me. He groaned, but other than that was dead silent. I leaned in and slowly kissed him on the lips while unzipping his pants. Then, I worked his dick out of the underwear and simple held it. The throbbing flesh was warm to the touch and made me feel sexy just touching it. I noticed he was uncut. That was fine seeing as I used to be. I began slowly stroking it up and down, trying to make him last a long time. After a while I couldn't take it anymore. I gave into Clare's urge and gave the head a big kiss. My puckered lips gently touched his dick and he bit his lip. No going back now. I opened my mouth and slowly took his cock into it. My tongue grabbed all of the sperm already present quickly before I began rubbing the head with it to get more. Then I felt his hands on my head. Yes. This is what I wanted. He began forcing my head up and down. My throat started to hurt, my eyes began to water, and I loved every fucking second of it. I felt him freeze and readied myself for the oncoming wave. His semen soared down my throat. What was left on my lips and hands were quickly consumed, and I smiled at him sweetly. I was his girl. He loved me. And I loved him. We held each other for another hour, sometimes kissing, sometimes just listening to each other breathing. Then I went home to pleasure myself the rest of the night thinking about what had just happened.
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