. Par contre, je me sens de plus en plusbizarre...Comme si mon corps ne cessait de me dire qu'il avait envie desexe et prend de plus en plus le pouvoi... sur moi...Pourtant je dois tenirbon, plus que quelque jours et je redeviens moi m?me, Julien, c'est justeun moment difficile ? franchir, je dois juste tenir le coup..."Durant 3 jours, Azumi ressentait de plus en plus des envies de sexe. Pourse satisfaire, elle avait ?t? dans une boutique de sex shop et s'acheterdes sex toy pour satisfaire ses. Keith walked towards Brian, his cock stuck straight out, as if pointing the way.Brian was about to get a second fucking. Keith was about to get sloppy seconds. Keith didn't mind, not at all. Keith's six incher may have lacked a little in size, but Keith made up for it with his style. As Brian McKee watched the man approach, he had no idea of the cruelty he was about to suffer.Brian was broken, he was in doubt of his own masculinity, after Don had fucked the cum out of him. One could see a. He rummaged around for a bit before picking out what two pairs ofleggings: one was a lacy pink with hearts around the upper thighs, andthe other a pair of black fishnets."Which one do you like, Princess?" he said menacingly, making it moredifficult then clear there was a right answer.Fearing retribution, I quickly pointed to the fishnets, making what Ihoped was was educated answer."Tut tut," he replied, shaking his head and grabbing my chin. "Bellasweetie..." he said slowly, "such clothing. Against my pale skin the fabric looked more silver than blue, until it a ray of sunshine filtered through my bedroom window and it flickered blue again. Nervously, I ran my hands down the luxurious fabric, smoothing it against my body. I didn’t look like me at all. I looked… sexy. Was this what people wore to weddings? The shoes sat on my bed, waiting patiently in their pretty box. I sat down and worked my feet into them, my usually capable fingers fumbled with the tiny buckles. All I could.