A TRANS Formation Chapter 23 Dirty Little Whores
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Her still stinging stomach, slimy and embryoated with sperm, hits in my flaming strain that catches him so much. I adjust the rhythm of its motion to its violent breaks. I scream. Yelling. I'm gonna go, go fuck, fuck. It's powerful. I enjoy it in its grandest size. I clutched the linen under my shoulder, as he persistently penetrated into my hilarious depth. I had the impression that somebody in the pussy had embittered a burning piece of iron that devastated my interior. I'm on fire. I'm hot. It's nice to me. I'll explode. Here I come
As for sex, I was always excited by a fantasy. Whenever I lie down in bed in the evening and put on my panties and bra, and start rubbing my wet and hot fingers with my fingers, I would have imagined how this fantasy would happen to me. By imagining that scene I would tremendously get excited and soon I would finish, experiencing in my thoughts that fantasy ...
I lay totally naked in my bed. I'm scared. Hot. Desired sex, hungry whores, wild debauchery that will overcome my thirst and desire for a passionate, long-standing hat. I'm treating my big, gorgeous brunette. A stump of stitched, wide and firm nipples that screams from the desire for kisses and male caresses. I put my fingers in my wet, lustrously gut. In a whitewashed, narrow pussy that cries for stiffness of manhood, would not have escaped her impetuous heat.
I'm looking for something new, something unsuccessful in sex. I'm looking for something that goes beyond the mere spreading and raising of the leg I mostly practice in my humble sexual life.
An unknown man entered the room. It's a goal. High. Strong and muscular. Confident. I want to protest. Ask him what is unknowingly, and besides that, he wants and works in my room, but in silence.
I am overwhelmed by the creep that comes out of his crotch. Come to my bed. It starts to catch my fear. I'm becoming aware of enjoying that fear. It excites me. It burns my crotch, which blinks from a burning expectation. Entering into my bed is still silent. It's big. Huge. Twenty centimeters of stiff meat. Still too thick.
He put it in my face. I feel his hardness clinging to my cheek. The cunt wipes me. Sweet nectar begins to flow from her.
- Get it in your mouth, puck! for the first time a mysterious stranger spoke from my room. - I want you to smoke me!
I guilty his powerful instrument. His clip fills my mouth. I guess it almost all over. My mouth is full of its size, I am greeting it with my lips. I get him out of here, then back in and out again ... It seems to me endlessly repeating this process as long as the sperm's saliva did not slip through my throat.
- And now, lick sperm, fucker! Gutaj ju!
I want to say something, but full of sperm mouths make it quite impossible. I slumber his juices greedily, exhausted and finally come to my breath to speak out:
- Shoot me! Fuck me! Get me to my dick! Shave me, shake me a cunt!
Hurts ecstasy. A terrible desire for this big piece in her cavity.
- Ševi me !!! - I'm sorry, I beg you, I'm looking.
But it does so without my request. Her still stinging stomach, slimy and embryoated with sperm, hits in my flaming strain that catches him so much. I adjust the rhythm of its motion to its violent breaks. I scream. Yelling. I'm gonna go, go fuck, fuck. It's powerful. I enjoy it in its grandest size. I clutched the linen under my shoulder, as he persistently penetrated into my hilarious depth. I had the impression that somebody in the pussy had embittered a burning piece of iron that devastated my interior. I'm on fire. I'm hot. It's nice to me. I'll explode. Here I come.
- Svršavam !!! Here I come! Stif ... Holy ... - losing a loud voice in some haze.
I wonder if I have reached the nirvana or I fell u*********s. But soon I realize that I only experienced an unusual pleasure, a delight that culminated in the abundant excretion of his semen on my hips.
Let us sleep without words, naked, worn out and exhausted by the blaze, the wild goose. She caresses my hips gently, then lowers her hand to the stinging vegetation in my triangle. Tie your fingers through my wet, sticky hair.
I want to tell him I'm all his. To offer him his body, his rotten cracks. Your cunt, mouth, your butt. I want to tell him I'm going to give him exactly what he wants, just in all ways. But silence; I know he knows I belong to him.
"Now I'm screwing you, I'm going to hit you now," he said after a long silence, as if reading my thoughts.
And there is another respite where, submerged, I give up and give my body in his hands.
It starts with a shelf in which he fulfills all his needs, in which he fulfills and realizes all my most respected erotic dreams and fantasies. Sheep that lasts long and long ... until the first rays of morning light fall on my bed. To my suppleness. To my nakedness I gave him. At the infinite, just the bestial pleasure I gave myself.
As for sex, I was always excited by a fantasy. Whenever I lie down in bed in the evening and put on my panties and bra, and start rubbing my wet and hot fingers with my fingers, I would have imagined how this fantasy would happen to me. By imagining that scene I would tremendously get excited and soon I would finish, experiencing in my thoughts that fantasy ...
I lay totally naked in my bed. I'm scared. Hot. Desired sex, hungry whores, wild debauchery that will overcome my thirst and desire for a passionate, long-standing hat. I'm treating my big, gorgeous brunette. A stump of stitched, wide and firm nipples that screams from the desire for kisses and male caresses. I put my fingers in my wet, lustrously gut. In a whitewashed, narrow pussy that cries for stiffness of manhood, would not have escaped her impetuous heat.
I'm looking for something new, something unsuccessful in sex. I'm looking for something that goes beyond the mere spreading and raising of the leg I mostly practice in my humble sexual life.
An unknown man entered the room. It's a goal. High. Strong and muscular. Confident. I want to protest. Ask him what is unknowingly, and besides that, he wants and works in my room, but in silence.
I am overwhelmed by the creep that comes out of his crotch. Come to my bed. It starts to catch my fear. I'm becoming aware of enjoying that fear. It excites me. It burns my crotch, which blinks from a burning expectation. Entering into my bed is still silent. It's big. Huge. Twenty centimeters of stiff meat. Still too thick.
He put it in my face. I feel his hardness clinging to my cheek. The cunt wipes me. Sweet nectar begins to flow from her.
- Get it in your mouth, puck! for the first time a mysterious stranger spoke from my room. - I want you to smoke me!
I guilty his powerful instrument. His clip fills my mouth. I guess it almost all over. My mouth is full of its size, I am greeting it with my lips. I get him out of here, then back in and out again ... It seems to me endlessly repeating this process as long as the sperm's saliva did not slip through my throat.
- And now, lick sperm, fucker! Gutaj ju!
I want to say something, but full of sperm mouths make it quite impossible. I slumber his juices greedily, exhausted and finally come to my breath to speak out:
- Shoot me! Fuck me! Get me to my dick! Shave me, shake me a cunt!
Hurts ecstasy. A terrible desire for this big piece in her cavity.
- Ševi me !!! - I'm sorry, I beg you, I'm looking.
But it does so without my request. Her still stinging stomach, slimy and embryoated with sperm, hits in my flaming strain that catches him so much. I adjust the rhythm of its motion to its violent breaks. I scream. Yelling. I'm gonna go, go fuck, fuck. It's powerful. I enjoy it in its grandest size. I clutched the linen under my shoulder, as he persistently penetrated into my hilarious depth. I had the impression that somebody in the pussy had embittered a burning piece of iron that devastated my interior. I'm on fire. I'm hot. It's nice to me. I'll explode. Here I come.
- Svršavam !!! Here I come! Stif ... Holy ... - losing a loud voice in some haze.
I wonder if I have reached the nirvana or I fell u*********s. But soon I realize that I only experienced an unusual pleasure, a delight that culminated in the abundant excretion of his semen on my hips.
Let us sleep without words, naked, worn out and exhausted by the blaze, the wild goose. She caresses my hips gently, then lowers her hand to the stinging vegetation in my triangle. Tie your fingers through my wet, sticky hair.
I want to tell him I'm all his. To offer him his body, his rotten cracks. Your cunt, mouth, your butt. I want to tell him I'm going to give him exactly what he wants, just in all ways. But silence; I know he knows I belong to him.
"Now I'm screwing you, I'm going to hit you now," he said after a long silence, as if reading my thoughts.
And there is another respite where, submerged, I give up and give my body in his hands.
It starts with a shelf in which he fulfills all his needs, in which he fulfills and realizes all my most respected erotic dreams and fantasies. Sheep that lasts long and long ... until the first rays of morning light fall on my bed. To my suppleness. To my nakedness I gave him. At the infinite, just the bestial pleasure I gave myself.
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