I was still doing that when she leaned forward, surprising me as she took me into her mouth. It was my turn to say, "Eep!" and give a little jump.She ...nly worked on me for a minute and then pulled off. "Did you like that?" You have to ask? Of course I liked it. I don't know of a man anywhere that wouldn't." I got the idea from you. The last time I washed your hair you did something similar and turnabout is fair play." I'm not complaining, trust me."She bent back down to her task, it was very. A wet noise erupted and she buckled her knees and I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard and fast. I reached back up and fondled her tits and shot more milk onto the bed. I pushed her face into a milk puddle on the bed and she lapped her cream and I pounded her pussy. She exploded on my dick and her wetness escaped onto my stomach and my balls slapped her ass from underneath. I tensed up and exploded into her hot pussy and she clasped into my arms and we fell on the floor.She wasted no. I was at the oval one morning and many elders united with me while Greg watched with a disapproving face. I left feeling confused. Why would something so natural be something he disapproved? I didnt understand. We had been doing it for centuries so why did he think it should stop? It was custom and canaanoa (cocksucking) was our way of life. I was born as a sexual female and my mouth (throat) as my only sexual orifice and it seemed natural to be penetrated by men and to lay with them and have. Her thighs, fleshy and cream-colored, invited me to trail my tongue all the way up to the temple between, still hidden behind a layer of soft, white fabric that was saturated with moisture. I smelled her arousal, musky and intoxicating. Only an incredibly act of willpower kept me rooted to my spot when the panties were pulled down. Her pussy was beautiful, large and puffy, and her inner lips peeked boldly out from her folds, dark and glistening with wetness in the daylight from the windows. “So.