You thread your fingers through my hair, and pull at the base of my head. Holy fuck, it feels so good. Mmm... I love my hair being pulled; the harder ...he better. I feel you trace the head of your cock against my exposed pink lips, sliding between them, but not inside them, and I moan again. "Do you want this? Do you want me inside your tight little cunt?" I whimper and nod my head, muffling my answer into the bed. I feel you finally plunge into me to the hilt, and its all I can do not to. There was now only pleasure.My whimpers turned to gasps and then cries. I couldn't control it. Ididn't want to do this but... fuck, it was too good. I couldn't resist.Masculinity be damned.I fell back onto the bed, hips arching in the air, wiggling, undulatingand bucking at the unrelenting rigidity of my middle finger as itpressed and slid around the hard bead at the heart of my desire, myother fingers stroking my swollen lips, stoking the unyielding flame ofpassion.I screamed. It was good. Too. You are my man.” I whispered. It wasn’t long before he was snoring softly. Mission accomplished.Quietly, I slipped out of bed. I wanted to check my xHamster account to see if Steve had sent me the video and photos from today. Yes! He had. I put in ear buds and watched my afternoon adventure at he hotel through the eyes of the camera and my playmates. Oh my! It gave me a thrill to watch it. I thanked Steve with a return message and went back to bed with my husband.The next thing I heard was the. "Did you never recognized that he wanted to wear the clothes of hissister in his young years?" Oliver continues."No, but wait, yes, this was the running gag when they were young, healways wanted to be like his sister. Same hair, same clothes and so on.We thought this was only because his brother is years older than him,"Mr. Reynolds remembers. While he tells it, he realizes the context ofhis memories, and he hates himself, that he didn#t did it before.Surprised by the effectiveness of his.