Timi is in Paris Part three - Sex Stories

Timi is in Paris Part three

... standing in my stilettos only, hands to my side. She finally knelt in front of me and leaned forward and licked the semen dripping off my clit, so tenderly and my three inches immediately hardened. She was staring into my eyes and was so fucking beautiful.

I said, "You're so fucking beautiful. I have not been with a woman, in years. Oh fuck what are you doing to me?"

She came off my clit and stood up and pulled my head down to her face and her lips were so soft, just a soft meeting of lips and nose to nose and our eyelashes touching as we blinked. She pulled back, and said, "I'm Zaya Wade's younger brother. Actually we're both shemales."

I was on my back and she pushed her jeans down, she was commando and holy shit, she was really, really fucking huge, thick and so long.

I looked at her and said, "Please don't break my heart,"

I spread my thighs for her and beckoned with my open arms. She stretched my ring and finally popped into my cunt and such fire and pain, I'm not a virgin, but she was so big, she was so thick and then I felt her thighs against my ass and we just held there looking into her eyes. Then I felt her pull back, which took forever (I didn't measure but more than a foot) it seemed and then slowly back in a slow rhythm.

Maybe it was the third time or fourth time and my head started thrashing around and my mouth was groaning like a dog howling and I came furiously my clit sprayed against her lovely tits encased in a black bra, B cups ...

... maybe.

She had thick thighs and beautiful calves and ankles, she was stunningly beautiful and kept on fucking me and fucking me and fucking me some more. My balls were long empty but I kept having dry analgasms that were exquisite. I'm not sure when it happened, but I lost control of my arms and legs and could hear myself exhale when her thighs banged into my ass.

At some level my brain was hyper aware. I felt so happy to have found my lover, maybe forever. I could hope, but another part of me knew she would shatter my heart and I started to cry as she kept on fucking me with her eyes closed. I knew my makeup was running down my cheeks. Finally, she erupted into my insides and of course I came again.

She collapsed on top of me and finally opened her eyes and she said, "What's wrong?"

I said, "I'm obviously yours, but I know that you will break my heart into a million pieces. I ask you only this, I beg you to be kind and don't embarrass me."

She said, "I won't, " I touched his lips, shaking my head and she stopped talking.

I said, softly, "You will and please promise now when it happens, to please just walk away and not make me suicidal."

I pulled her down on me and hugged her as hard as I could. That night we went to this Paris sex club called the We Club. She had been before. It was a night I will never forget, we got separated, not sure when or how, but this kind foreshadowed what would ultimately happen. I have no idea how many men, cross dressers, shemales I ...