I want to taste it, let me taste my sweet little cunt juice off your dick.” he flashed a weak smile and reluctantly withdrew from my still spasming ...ole. I moaned as I saw it dripping with cum and eagerly inhaled every inch deep into my mouth.“Oh you nasty, nasty little fucking girl. You like tasting your own cum?” I nodded in he affirmative with his fleshy pole between my lips.“Did that feel good Mr. Dylan? Did you like the way it felt when my young little cunt creamed all over this hard. Or aaj sham ko hamari shaadi he court me or wo bhaiya ke jo dost aye the wo bhi isliye aye the ki shadi karwa sake. .Mene socha ab koi upai nahi he to jese ye log bolte he wesa bi karta hu to kam se kam family to rahegi . To mene kaha papa mummy I love you .Itna sun ke mummy jo nighty me thi bhaiya ke nahi me thi unhone turant bulaya or hugg kiya or bhaiya ne bhi bola tum intelligent ho beta fir hum sham ko court gaye waha shadi hui or unhone mera naam bhi likh karti .Guranter mePhir bhaiya ke. I was so happy when I get rid of my drab male clothes and slip into my female persona. These sessions were sweet, but obviously short, and the risk of discovery somehow added to the sheer excitement of dressing up. There was a sexual element to what I was doing. but I never felt I wanted to be a girl. it was enough for me to look and feel like one for a while. It allowed something that was hidden away by my male life to emerge and that felt like it allowed me to balance two parts of my. When an older neighborhood bully told me he wanted me to suck his cock, I was repulsed by the thought and adamantly refused to do it. After having him twist my arm behind my back and threaten to break it, I started wondering what would be a worse thing. I believed he had no intention of breaking my arm but he was applying a lot of pressure and I thought to myself that he didn't know how much pressure my arm could take before it would break. I reluctantly gave up and agreed to suck his cock. .