The room smelled of sex. It was wonderful. No longer concerned with my own orgasm, I concentrated on hers. My left hand drifted from her nipple to her...clit and began strumming the sensitive nub. Looking up, past her breasts, I could see the dreamy look on her face as she rocked and rolled, her own orgasm building. As she leaned forward, my mouth found her clit again and my hand slid around. Two fingers slid easily inside her, with my pinky teasing her sphincter. She was moaning now, getting. “Let’s go play, Jing JIng”. Liz lovingly picked him, stuck out her tongue to Zax and ran away.“Showing up two days in a row, Zax?” Zetsa raised a brow. She extinguished the flame of the twenty five centimeters tall torch in front of her, stashed it somewhere Jing Jing will not be able to get and got up from the straw mat at the southeast corner of the living room.Both the straw mat and torch were cultivation instruments she valued deeply ever since she had a fortuitous moment of enlightenment. “Ooh, yes, lick my ass while you enjoy Clint's cock,” Juana groaned. “Unless you want to admit you're really a dyke. Be honest with yourself, sister-slave.”“No! Fuck me, Clint!” I hissed. I wouldn't disappoint Father by lying about who I was. I was straight! “I am so wet for your cock.”I would enjoy his cock. I would. I wanted his cock. I needed his cock. I wasn't gay. My tongue licked and swirled so hard around Juana's sour asshole, her soft butt-cheeks pressing on my face. My own asshole. I was torn between going on and stopping. Being normal was so much easier than being anything else. People don't understand. I didn't want to be different. Yet on the other hand, the overwhelming urge to pull the thong up tight, let it ride up to my virgin asshole and enjoy the feeling of something other than toilet paper caressing my hole. The desire to wear something desirable...I succumbed. I pulled them all the way up and an explosion occurred in my mind. It wasn't the feeling of doing.