She needed a break but would get no such luck. The shorter of the three black grunts now had both his hands under her armpits and lifted her up and to...k her to the couch. Chloe's legs trailed behind her and so was a trail of spit and cum. He dumped her on her back on the couch so that her head hung off the side. Chloe could already tell what he was planning and her throat was already raw from earlier. This cock was even bigger than the last and it hung by her face like an elephants trunk. He. "A 'trophy' wife? For real!?" Why not!? You said he's already a cross dresser right? And thatthere's no 'cure' for such a thing and that he's stuck the way he is?Well, the way I see it, we'd be doing him a favor! Wouldn't we? Thinkabout it! It could work out for everybody," he finished."Well, I don't know..." Ms. Lawrence said the wheels turning now. "He'snot gender dysphoric, that's plain to see and having talked with him onthe plane trip back here I'm certain of that. But if you take. Her eyes opened as she looked down between her thighs, the cherry tip of her cock had vanished between his lips and he held it in his mouth, the plush spongy surface resting on his tongue. He had his eyes closed, focusing entirely on the task he had taken upon himself, his lips moving over the sensitive flesh, a lewd sucking noise accompanying each movement as the air was drawn through his lips. “A-ah… Oh.. Oh God..” she whimpered as he worked her with an unforeseen keenness. The sensation was. Blane cheered from the sensation, as the girl slowly bobbed her head up and down on the teen’s cock. She stopped sucking to stroke it a couple of times, licked the head, and next crept up on Blane’s body licking his chest as she went. “Ready, Blane?”“Oh yeah!” he said happily, the world beginning to twirl and blur. the girl laughed at Blane’s response. She reached again for the bedside table to grab a condom sitting on it. She carefully pulled the plastic over Blane’s throbbing dic. as she next.