Hard and fast. But first... ~~~~~~~~~~ Jared couldn’t believe his luck. Sexy Adia Jennings - the one girl all of the guys in American History love... to fantasize about - was in his arms, begging him to fuck her. Her scent was intoxicating. Her body was perfection. Her voice purred as she whispered dirty things in his ear. His ear. He could die happy, just as soon as he had his fill. When she reached for his pants, he watched as she unbuckled his belt and pulled it away. A little mischievous. Well, it was big, but that's better than it being small, right? In… and out. Cycle. Repeat. The Way.She knew herself. She wasn't sure why she was the way she was- she knew that usually women didn't have cocks, but she was a woman- she had nice breasts, certainly. Only her downstairs was a little lacking. It lacked pubic hair, for starters. She was completely smooth and hairless. And then it also lacked a pussy. And it just had a little- big- something else to make up for that. Whatever. She. "Very nice..." she said, stroking me slowly up and down while her eyes shifted hungrily from my face to my dick. "Daddy did always like 'em big." The wet warmth of her mouth was new to me, her lips softer and less aggressive than the way most guys sucked me off. Her hands were firm, yet gentle. She had them both wrapped around the shaft, one stacked on top of the other and she was twisting them in different directions as she sucked and sucked. I wanted to ease my pants down a little more so she. Over the next month I was treated like a king, or maybe I should say a queen. As time progressed, my bandages were removed. The swelling in my face went down leaving it very smooth and hair free. I had learned to get what I wanted by motioning my head in an upward or sideways motion. Dressings were removed and replaced from between my legs daily, but I was not allowed to look. My breasts were huge and heavy. They had put them in a bra for me ?to help me? Danielle said. I wanted to tear.