- Isn't he jealous? Max asked incredulously.
We sit, we drink beer, we eat barbecue. She turned out to be a big beer drinker. It is also visible in the form. True, there is no beer belly yet, but this will come with time. And we tremble. Moreover, with the amount of alcohol consumed, languages begin to work better (in our opinion), topics become more relaxed, words approach oral folk art. That is, things are called by their proper names.
Sometimes during a walk, I, who had never seen a girl so close before, tried to touch her palm with a light touch, but only a clumsy sharp pop was obtained, and Diana only looked down.
liveartbcs.com/portugal/08-01-2022-1. "Bitch" I gently said, "But damn beautiful and very smart. That's why I love her!"
As soon as I entered the room, I heard groans from the side of the bed. Throwing a glance there, I saw a man's ass flying up between the woman's legs thrown up.
Don't, please, it hurts me a lot... Eli repeated, crying and hoping that her words would change something.
At that moment, I looked at my thin legs, at a clean-shaven standing member, on the head of which lubricant flowed, stretching to the very feet. Standing on my toes, I imagined myself as a girl and moved a little back and forth, sitting down on this rubber member. My own penis was getting bigger and bigger and the fact that I didn’t have to do anything with my hands turned me on incredibly. I flew in my fantasies somewhere very far away ... Either a beautiful tranny fucks me and I demonstrate that I like it, then I break like a girl, pretending that they took me by force. After some time, I increased the pace and felt an orgasm inevitably approaching, I strained my legs even more, while not squeezing the anus, but rather slightly pushing. And at some point I was no longer able to restrain myself and a stream of hot sperm escaped from the penis. The first shots hit far, but the next ones already hit my legs, in my head I imagine that this is not my sperm, but the sperm of some beautiful trans girl. Although the orgasm is still going on, I already want to take the strapon out of myself, but the spasms do not allow it, the anus involuntarily continues to shrink strongly again and again, preventing the toy from being removed from the priests. After a while, I remove myself from the rubber cock, blood returns to my arms and legs, and my head finally regains the ability to think about something other than fucking.