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So last time I wrote about my first sexual experience with my roommate Mike, how I’d “ambushed” him when he came home one night, and I was dressed like one of our sexy busty slutty blonde friends, Vicky. The next morning, I was awake and eating breakfast in our kitchen (not cross-dressed), just in shorts and a t-shirt, ready to do some weekend chores.
Mike came in behind me and cleared his throat nervously. He said, “Um, did what happen last night … really happen?” I said, “Yeah, it did. Let’s talk about it. He grabbed a bowl of cereal, and as he ate, I talked.
I told him of my early days of interest in sex and busty girls, my early exposure to porn, and my gradual interest in crossdressing and smoking and desire to have sex with me (with women, too, still, but always with men while cross-dressed.) I explained to him my infatuation with the stripper Julie from the strip clubs, and he remembered her, since he and I went to the clubs together sometimes. Julie was not his favorite, since he went for the taller, more toned, willowy girls, but knew I liked Julie a lot. And we talked about the girl who everyone in our gang of friends liked, Vicky, who was currently dating one of our friends and therefore “off the market”, though she remained flirtatious as hell, even in front of her boyfriend. He may not have appreciated it, but obviously he didn’t say a damned word, because the sex with her was great! I told Mike that I knew it was a big chance I took last night, and hoped that it wouldn’t ruin our friendship. He looked down at him empty cereal bowl, and said that it wouldn’t. I told him I was glad to hear it. Since he didn’t sound like he wanted to talk anymore at the time, I excused myself and went ahead out and did errands.
Later that week, on a Thursday evening, I got home from work a little later than normal. Mike was sitting on the couch. When I came in, we greeted each other, like we always did. He asked, “Can we talk?” I suspected he was going to want to talk about our incident, and be upset, but I told him sure. I sat down and he said, “Tony, you know I’ve had more girlfriends than you have, right?” I said sure, since it was the truth. Some of them were girls I wouldn’t have wanted to have sex with on a dare, but I didn’t say so. Mike went on, saying, “Well, I know I’m not gay or anything, but …” He trailed off. I waited He finally blurted out, “What you did the other night felt really good!” I was so relieved! I said, “God, I’m glad, I thought you were going to be really pissed off, or tell me to move out, or something!” He replied, “No, no, we’ve been friends a long time! I’d never ask you to leave. I was wondering … do you want to do it again sometime?” DID I EVER!? I tried to act nonchalant as I answered, “Yeah, sure, that would be fine. But let’s make it sort of a planned thing this time, not me just attacking you!” I laughed, a little uneasily. He agreed, and we decided we’d have our next “date” that Saturday night, after he got back from his gym workout.
Man, were my hormones on overdrive! Needless to say, I masturbated that night! And started planning again. When Mike left for the day Saturday, I went grocery shopping, and bought his favorite meal: pork chops, salad, and mac and cheese. I also bought a few candles, and a bottle of blush wine (we still had teen’s taste for sweet wine.) I took a nice bath, and for the first time, shaved my legs (since the hair on my legs was blonde anyway and not very noticeable.) I dressed as Julie this time, in my black beehive wig, and a more conservative apparel: panties and bra, but a long electric blue skirt, a long-sleeved red knit top, a wide black elastic belt. I took the time to put on some press-on nails which I’d painted Revlon red (I still love that shade!) I still hadn’t graduated to lipstick and makeup, but I’d shaven my face smooth, and did put on some very feminine floral perfume. I didn’t want to overdo it, or be cooking in slutty 5-inch high heels, so I went barefoot, since we were going to stay in the apartment. I set the table, but didn’t light the candles yet. My timing was great. Mike came home, opened the door, and I was standing there waiting for him, about 8 feet away, a big smile on my face, and a glass of wine in each hand. He closed the door before seeing me, then looked up and stopped short, clearly surprised! I smiled even bigger, walked over to him and handed him a glass of wine, saying, “Well Hi there, Mike! Tony had to leave for the evening, but he left me to keep you company. You remember me, Julie, from the club? It’s so nice to see you again!” He stood there, apparently dumbstruck, but I noticed his growing cock was making a bulge in the pants of his karate uniform. I told him, “What’s the matter, aren’t you happy to see me?” I faux-pouted a little bit. He quickly said, “no, no, I’m REALLY happy to see you, you just surprised me, that’s all!” He seemed nervous, but took a big gulp of his wine. I moved even closer and rubbed one of his shoulders as I said, “That’s OK, honey, this is our first date, why don’t you finish that wine and grab a shower and relax. Just wear some shorts and a t-shirt when you come out, so you’ll be comfortable. I’m going to cook you your favorite dinner, so don’t take too long!” he started to walk toward the bathroom. I added, “And no touching yourself while you’re in the shower, understand?! He recovered enough to say, “Yes ma’am!”
I cooked dinner, and again, the timing was great. As I was plating the food, Mike came out and sat at the table. I served us, pouring us both more wine. I am a good cook, and he obviously enjoyed the meal. I asked him how his workout had gone, how much he’d lifted, how many miles he’d run … all the sorts of things an interested wife would ask her husband. As I spoke, I smelled his fresh clean scent, a hint of Irish Spring soap and Suave strawberry shampoo. He didn’t usually wear cologne, but I swear I smelled something musky, and I imagined it was coming from his shorts. With the second glass of wine, he was getting more relaxed, and we were laughing and joking, like a real couple on a real date. He was even gentlemanly, and insisted on taking our dished to the kitchen when we’d finished the meal.
When he came back into the dining room, I was standing up already. I stretched my arms big and widely, holding the pose, which shifted my big boobs higher on my torso, before dropping my arms down to my side. I said, with a little false guilt in my voice, “Oh after a good meal, and especially after some wine, I really love to have a cigarette. Would you mind if I stepped out on the balcony and smoked one?” He said, with more eagerness than I imagined he would, “No, not at all, I’ll come out with you.” By that time it was dark, so I flipped on the patio light, and we sat in the patio chairs next to each other, with a small table between us, which held my ashtray and VS10s and lighter. I smiled as I picked up the pack and shook out one of the exxxtra-long, all-white, sexy cigarettes. He hurriedly picked up the lighter (which I also didn’t expect), and flicked it on, near my face. I smiled even more broadly, took his hand which was holding the light in my hand (with its long sexy Revlon red nails), lit the VS120, inhaled deeply, then positioned the lighter flame directly between our faces as I exhaled onto the flame to blow it out, which means I also exhaled right into his face. No time like the present to find out if he shared my smoking fetish! He moaned! I laughed and said, “Oh you naughty boy, it looks like we’ve BOTH been watching out sexy friend Vicky smoke and been getting off on it!” He blushed but didn’t say anything. I released his hand, and stopped talking myself. I smoked slowly, lustily, with huge long drags, a brief hold, then would blow my thick plumes up towards the sky, making sure the patio light shone brightly on the smoke, making it shine white against the dark night sky. I ran my nails up and down his muscular arm, and he shivered a bit in pleasure as I did. I was feeling so powerful! I was almost finished with the cigarette. I took one last drag, crushed it out, stood up in front of him and exhaled into his face as I pulled him up by the hands right in front of me. I told him, “Hold me.” He was tentative, but it grabbed his ass and rather roughly pulled him close. My huge tits were crushed against his chest. His big cock was poking at me thru my skirt. He was definitely close enough to smell my perfume, as his hands became more firm on my back and pulled me to him. I reached up with one hand and pushed the back of his head, pushing our faces together, as we shared our first kiss. It was delicious! He seemed hungry for me, and I was more than ready for him. Our lips were applying a lot of pressure to each other, ramping up our excitement, and then our tongues began to explore as well! We were both moaning by now, and I brought my other hand around to grab his cock through his shorts. It felt a mile long! I broke off the kiss and told him, “Take me inside, stud, I need your hard dick!”
I pushed him down onto the couch, and I started gyrating in front of him. I pushed my tits into his face and ground his head into my cleavage with both my hands. “Mmm I can’t do that to you at the club because of the no-touch rule, but you can touch anything you want to here, honey, and so can I!” I let go and turned around, and started shaking my ass in his face, and was rewarded to feel him grabbing my ass and even kissing it through my dress. I whirled around and spread my legs and sat on him on the couch, our crotches pressing together. “Tell me how you want me baby! Tell Julie how to make you feel GOOD!” He was infatuated now, and fully into the fantasy. He said, a little loudly, “Oh God Julie, you look so sexy! I want you to suck my cock a little bit and let me fuck your big tits!” I laughed and said, “Of course, honey, I’m a great cocksucker, as you are about to find out!” I stood up, pulled him to his feet again, quickly knelt down in front of him, and pulled down his elastic gym-type shorts. To my surprise, he wasn’t wearing underwear, and his ten-inch cock popped out erect and hit me in the face! I gave an excited little cry! It felt nasty and hot and good! I grabbed his stiff cock and started slapping my face with it! He started chanting, “Oh yeah yeah yeah, that feels so fucking good!” I was amazed by the thrill it gave me to be feeling a big hard prick slapping my face, and I realized I really was a Bill Ward bimbo cockhound at heart! I loved hard dicks! I smacked myself a few more times, then plunged my face onto his stiff shaft and started pumping my head up and down, back and forth, trying to swallow every inch of his wonderful penis! He was moaning so loud that I was afraid our neighbors were going to hear, but I didn’t care at all! All I wanted to do was to gorge on his prize manflesh, and make it as exxxcited as possible! Just as I thought he would, he grabbed me by my hair (which I loved) and started fucking my mouth a little faster and a little rougher than I’d been able to do on my own. I loved the feeling of him using me! I moaned in agreement and he kept pounding me, seeming to grown thicker and thicker, clogging my mouth. He started to push in farther and farther, too, and I was starting to choke and gag a bit on the end of the thrusts, which excited me to feel and excited him to hear! It must have been just a few minutes when he pulled out of my mouth and said, “Oh God, I have to stop before I come. Please can I fuck your tits now?” I gasped for breath as I said, “Of course, my love, I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” I got a pillow rom the couch and laid down on the floor, my huge tits pushing up like fuck-mountains in my slippery knit top. “Come down here and stick that big rod of yours between Julie’s huge jugs, and fuck my tits until you cum all over me!”
That must have lit his fuse, because he wasted no time at all kneeling on either side of my torso, grabbing my huge boobs, placing his stiff, wet, shining dick in my cleavage, and crushing my breasts around his meat. I closed my hands over his and cooed to him, “Yeah, baby, tit-fuck Julie, I love the feeling of your hard cock right there!” He gave a cry something like a cowboy and started pumping back and forth, fast and hard! His cocktip would hit underneath my chin as he pushed up, and his beautiful cock (and God was it gorgeous) would disappear into my deep soft cleavage, before reappearing a moment later. I was moaning, feeling so sexy, almost as if my fake bazooms has real nerve endings. “Yeah baby, that’s right, tit-fuck me. You like fucking my BIG SOFT TITS with your BIG HARD COCK?” Mmmm I fucking love it!” He was breathing heavily, especially for someone in such good physical shape. He said, “Oh fuck, Julie, I can’t last long. Where can I cum, baby? Can I cum on your face? Please?” I licked my lips before saying, “Of course you can, my bull stud, that’s just where I want you to cum! I want you to SHOOT OFF all over my face! And into my MOUTH! And onto my HAIR! I want you to cover me with your delicious SPERM!” I must have gotten him overly excited with that rely, because he started cumming in huge sticky long jets! Splat, splat, splat! My face felt the hot thick gluey ropes of come splattering it, like paint. Gush, gush, gush! My forehead and hair had ropes of white spunk flying onto them like strings of Elmer’s glue! Jet, jet, jet! I felt my mouth fill with what seemed like ounces of salty hot creamy thick pungent semen. Mike let out a wail like a dying dog and he kept fucking my tits and spraying me with his massive load. I moaned in pleasure, getting my first real tit-fucking and my second beloved facial! Eventually he softened and slowed, and carefully dismounted my chest and plopped down next to me on the floor. By that time I had pulled down my skirt ad was madly stroking my own hard girly cum-clitty, already soaking wet with pre-cum. He turned his head and saw me doing it and said, “Fuck that’s hot! Jack it off baby, I want to see you come, too!” Well, his prompting was all I needed, and I shot my load with such force, it actually cleared the huge wall my tits made, and splattered my chin and lips! I’d never cum that hard in my life! A few squirts was all I had, a pitifully small amount compared to Mike’s monstrously large load, but oh the wonderful orgasm! Lying next to my lover, having helped satisfy him, feeling all the world like a sexy slutty powerful bimbo FEMALE! Life was GOOD!
More to come….
So last time I wrote about my first sexual experience with my roommate Mike, how I’d “ambushed” him when he came home one night, and I was dressed like one of our sexy busty slutty blonde friends, Vicky. The next morning, I was awake and eating breakfast in our kitchen (not cross-dressed), just in shorts and a t-shirt, ready to do some weekend chores.
Mike came in behind me and cleared his throat nervously. He said, “Um, did what happen last night … really happen?” I said, “Yeah, it did. Let’s talk about it. He grabbed a bowl of cereal, and as he ate, I talked.
I told him of my early days of interest in sex and busty girls, my early exposure to porn, and my gradual interest in crossdressing and smoking and desire to have sex with me (with women, too, still, but always with men while cross-dressed.) I explained to him my infatuation with the stripper Julie from the strip clubs, and he remembered her, since he and I went to the clubs together sometimes. Julie was not his favorite, since he went for the taller, more toned, willowy girls, but knew I liked Julie a lot. And we talked about the girl who everyone in our gang of friends liked, Vicky, who was currently dating one of our friends and therefore “off the market”, though she remained flirtatious as hell, even in front of her boyfriend. He may not have appreciated it, but obviously he didn’t say a damned word, because the sex with her was great! I told Mike that I knew it was a big chance I took last night, and hoped that it wouldn’t ruin our friendship. He looked down at him empty cereal bowl, and said that it wouldn’t. I told him I was glad to hear it. Since he didn’t sound like he wanted to talk anymore at the time, I excused myself and went ahead out and did errands.
Later that week, on a Thursday evening, I got home from work a little later than normal. Mike was sitting on the couch. When I came in, we greeted each other, like we always did. He asked, “Can we talk?” I suspected he was going to want to talk about our incident, and be upset, but I told him sure. I sat down and he said, “Tony, you know I’ve had more girlfriends than you have, right?” I said sure, since it was the truth. Some of them were girls I wouldn’t have wanted to have sex with on a dare, but I didn’t say so. Mike went on, saying, “Well, I know I’m not gay or anything, but …” He trailed off. I waited He finally blurted out, “What you did the other night felt really good!” I was so relieved! I said, “God, I’m glad, I thought you were going to be really pissed off, or tell me to move out, or something!” He replied, “No, no, we’ve been friends a long time! I’d never ask you to leave. I was wondering … do you want to do it again sometime?” DID I EVER!? I tried to act nonchalant as I answered, “Yeah, sure, that would be fine. But let’s make it sort of a planned thing this time, not me just attacking you!” I laughed, a little uneasily. He agreed, and we decided we’d have our next “date” that Saturday night, after he got back from his gym workout.
Man, were my hormones on overdrive! Needless to say, I masturbated that night! And started planning again. When Mike left for the day Saturday, I went grocery shopping, and bought his favorite meal: pork chops, salad, and mac and cheese. I also bought a few candles, and a bottle of blush wine (we still had teen’s taste for sweet wine.) I took a nice bath, and for the first time, shaved my legs (since the hair on my legs was blonde anyway and not very noticeable.) I dressed as Julie this time, in my black beehive wig, and a more conservative apparel: panties and bra, but a long electric blue skirt, a long-sleeved red knit top, a wide black elastic belt. I took the time to put on some press-on nails which I’d painted Revlon red (I still love that shade!) I still hadn’t graduated to lipstick and makeup, but I’d shaven my face smooth, and did put on some very feminine floral perfume. I didn’t want to overdo it, or be cooking in slutty 5-inch high heels, so I went barefoot, since we were going to stay in the apartment. I set the table, but didn’t light the candles yet. My timing was great. Mike came home, opened the door, and I was standing there waiting for him, about 8 feet away, a big smile on my face, and a glass of wine in each hand. He closed the door before seeing me, then looked up and stopped short, clearly surprised! I smiled even bigger, walked over to him and handed him a glass of wine, saying, “Well Hi there, Mike! Tony had to leave for the evening, but he left me to keep you company. You remember me, Julie, from the club? It’s so nice to see you again!” He stood there, apparently dumbstruck, but I noticed his growing cock was making a bulge in the pants of his karate uniform. I told him, “What’s the matter, aren’t you happy to see me?” I faux-pouted a little bit. He quickly said, “no, no, I’m REALLY happy to see you, you just surprised me, that’s all!” He seemed nervous, but took a big gulp of his wine. I moved even closer and rubbed one of his shoulders as I said, “That’s OK, honey, this is our first date, why don’t you finish that wine and grab a shower and relax. Just wear some shorts and a t-shirt when you come out, so you’ll be comfortable. I’m going to cook you your favorite dinner, so don’t take too long!” he started to walk toward the bathroom. I added, “And no touching yourself while you’re in the shower, understand?! He recovered enough to say, “Yes ma’am!”
I cooked dinner, and again, the timing was great. As I was plating the food, Mike came out and sat at the table. I served us, pouring us both more wine. I am a good cook, and he obviously enjoyed the meal. I asked him how his workout had gone, how much he’d lifted, how many miles he’d run … all the sorts of things an interested wife would ask her husband. As I spoke, I smelled his fresh clean scent, a hint of Irish Spring soap and Suave strawberry shampoo. He didn’t usually wear cologne, but I swear I smelled something musky, and I imagined it was coming from his shorts. With the second glass of wine, he was getting more relaxed, and we were laughing and joking, like a real couple on a real date. He was even gentlemanly, and insisted on taking our dished to the kitchen when we’d finished the meal.
When he came back into the dining room, I was standing up already. I stretched my arms big and widely, holding the pose, which shifted my big boobs higher on my torso, before dropping my arms down to my side. I said, with a little false guilt in my voice, “Oh after a good meal, and especially after some wine, I really love to have a cigarette. Would you mind if I stepped out on the balcony and smoked one?” He said, with more eagerness than I imagined he would, “No, not at all, I’ll come out with you.” By that time it was dark, so I flipped on the patio light, and we sat in the patio chairs next to each other, with a small table between us, which held my ashtray and VS10s and lighter. I smiled as I picked up the pack and shook out one of the exxxtra-long, all-white, sexy cigarettes. He hurriedly picked up the lighter (which I also didn’t expect), and flicked it on, near my face. I smiled even more broadly, took his hand which was holding the light in my hand (with its long sexy Revlon red nails), lit the VS120, inhaled deeply, then positioned the lighter flame directly between our faces as I exhaled onto the flame to blow it out, which means I also exhaled right into his face. No time like the present to find out if he shared my smoking fetish! He moaned! I laughed and said, “Oh you naughty boy, it looks like we’ve BOTH been watching out sexy friend Vicky smoke and been getting off on it!” He blushed but didn’t say anything. I released his hand, and stopped talking myself. I smoked slowly, lustily, with huge long drags, a brief hold, then would blow my thick plumes up towards the sky, making sure the patio light shone brightly on the smoke, making it shine white against the dark night sky. I ran my nails up and down his muscular arm, and he shivered a bit in pleasure as I did. I was feeling so powerful! I was almost finished with the cigarette. I took one last drag, crushed it out, stood up in front of him and exhaled into his face as I pulled him up by the hands right in front of me. I told him, “Hold me.” He was tentative, but it grabbed his ass and rather roughly pulled him close. My huge tits were crushed against his chest. His big cock was poking at me thru my skirt. He was definitely close enough to smell my perfume, as his hands became more firm on my back and pulled me to him. I reached up with one hand and pushed the back of his head, pushing our faces together, as we shared our first kiss. It was delicious! He seemed hungry for me, and I was more than ready for him. Our lips were applying a lot of pressure to each other, ramping up our excitement, and then our tongues began to explore as well! We were both moaning by now, and I brought my other hand around to grab his cock through his shorts. It felt a mile long! I broke off the kiss and told him, “Take me inside, stud, I need your hard dick!”
I pushed him down onto the couch, and I started gyrating in front of him. I pushed my tits into his face and ground his head into my cleavage with both my hands. “Mmm I can’t do that to you at the club because of the no-touch rule, but you can touch anything you want to here, honey, and so can I!” I let go and turned around, and started shaking my ass in his face, and was rewarded to feel him grabbing my ass and even kissing it through my dress. I whirled around and spread my legs and sat on him on the couch, our crotches pressing together. “Tell me how you want me baby! Tell Julie how to make you feel GOOD!” He was infatuated now, and fully into the fantasy. He said, a little loudly, “Oh God Julie, you look so sexy! I want you to suck my cock a little bit and let me fuck your big tits!” I laughed and said, “Of course, honey, I’m a great cocksucker, as you are about to find out!” I stood up, pulled him to his feet again, quickly knelt down in front of him, and pulled down his elastic gym-type shorts. To my surprise, he wasn’t wearing underwear, and his ten-inch cock popped out erect and hit me in the face! I gave an excited little cry! It felt nasty and hot and good! I grabbed his stiff cock and started slapping my face with it! He started chanting, “Oh yeah yeah yeah, that feels so fucking good!” I was amazed by the thrill it gave me to be feeling a big hard prick slapping my face, and I realized I really was a Bill Ward bimbo cockhound at heart! I loved hard dicks! I smacked myself a few more times, then plunged my face onto his stiff shaft and started pumping my head up and down, back and forth, trying to swallow every inch of his wonderful penis! He was moaning so loud that I was afraid our neighbors were going to hear, but I didn’t care at all! All I wanted to do was to gorge on his prize manflesh, and make it as exxxcited as possible! Just as I thought he would, he grabbed me by my hair (which I loved) and started fucking my mouth a little faster and a little rougher than I’d been able to do on my own. I loved the feeling of him using me! I moaned in agreement and he kept pounding me, seeming to grown thicker and thicker, clogging my mouth. He started to push in farther and farther, too, and I was starting to choke and gag a bit on the end of the thrusts, which excited me to feel and excited him to hear! It must have been just a few minutes when he pulled out of my mouth and said, “Oh God, I have to stop before I come. Please can I fuck your tits now?” I gasped for breath as I said, “Of course, my love, I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” I got a pillow rom the couch and laid down on the floor, my huge tits pushing up like fuck-mountains in my slippery knit top. “Come down here and stick that big rod of yours between Julie’s huge jugs, and fuck my tits until you cum all over me!”
That must have lit his fuse, because he wasted no time at all kneeling on either side of my torso, grabbing my huge boobs, placing his stiff, wet, shining dick in my cleavage, and crushing my breasts around his meat. I closed my hands over his and cooed to him, “Yeah, baby, tit-fuck Julie, I love the feeling of your hard cock right there!” He gave a cry something like a cowboy and started pumping back and forth, fast and hard! His cocktip would hit underneath my chin as he pushed up, and his beautiful cock (and God was it gorgeous) would disappear into my deep soft cleavage, before reappearing a moment later. I was moaning, feeling so sexy, almost as if my fake bazooms has real nerve endings. “Yeah baby, that’s right, tit-fuck me. You like fucking my BIG SOFT TITS with your BIG HARD COCK?” Mmmm I fucking love it!” He was breathing heavily, especially for someone in such good physical shape. He said, “Oh fuck, Julie, I can’t last long. Where can I cum, baby? Can I cum on your face? Please?” I licked my lips before saying, “Of course you can, my bull stud, that’s just where I want you to cum! I want you to SHOOT OFF all over my face! And into my MOUTH! And onto my HAIR! I want you to cover me with your delicious SPERM!” I must have gotten him overly excited with that rely, because he started cumming in huge sticky long jets! Splat, splat, splat! My face felt the hot thick gluey ropes of come splattering it, like paint. Gush, gush, gush! My forehead and hair had ropes of white spunk flying onto them like strings of Elmer’s glue! Jet, jet, jet! I felt my mouth fill with what seemed like ounces of salty hot creamy thick pungent semen. Mike let out a wail like a dying dog and he kept fucking my tits and spraying me with his massive load. I moaned in pleasure, getting my first real tit-fucking and my second beloved facial! Eventually he softened and slowed, and carefully dismounted my chest and plopped down next to me on the floor. By that time I had pulled down my skirt ad was madly stroking my own hard girly cum-clitty, already soaking wet with pre-cum. He turned his head and saw me doing it and said, “Fuck that’s hot! Jack it off baby, I want to see you come, too!” Well, his prompting was all I needed, and I shot my load with such force, it actually cleared the huge wall my tits made, and splattered my chin and lips! I’d never cum that hard in my life! A few squirts was all I had, a pitifully small amount compared to Mike’s monstrously large load, but oh the wonderful orgasm! Lying next to my lover, having helped satisfy him, feeling all the world like a sexy slutty powerful bimbo FEMALE! Life was GOOD!
More to come….
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