I could taste the whipped cream inside of her mixing with her natural pussy juices. To me, her pussy was delicious a la carte and the cream was just a...welcomed bonus. I made out with the wet lips of her pussy, which I may have enjoyed even more than the the ones on her face. I then brought my attention to her clit. I lifted up her hood with my left index finger and began to flick it rapidly. With this she let out a high pitched squeal. I then pushed three of my fingers inside of her now soaking. Ilike the feel of satin and lace against my skin and just looking pretty.But tonight I got to experience something more about being a girl than Ihad ever expected.She asked me if I had enjoyed it. I told her yea, it was a pleasantexperience. She then reminded me that this didn't have to be permanent,but... If it's something I really wanted, we could make it that way. Itold her no, there was too much at stake, and I just couldn't. But inmy mind I was beginning to consider the alternative. . Drawing a deep breath she cracked her eyes open and tried not to think. To only feel the warmth of the water…the warmth of Michael’s touch. She groaned and shook her head. It was no use. How was she supposed to deal with all of it? Despite her guilt, she felt another stab of contempt…if it hadn’t been for Matt leaving, Michael wouldn’t be here. Just a room away. He’d offered to be there for her if she wanted to talk and at that moment, she was sorely tempted, but knew better. Talking led to. Aurora knew what she wanted today. She wanted to be fucked by everyone who attended this bash, no matter who. Men, women, even Chandler’s drag queen father, she craved them all. She wanted to eat pussy and ass, wanted to suck dicks and balls, and wanted to have every hole in her body get sore from constant use. She wanted to walk funny for days, remembering with every ache how wonderfully fucked she was. She wanted to walk up to her husband, boyfriend, and other lovers in only a dress and lift.