She can sense that I’m sipping down this red wine at an unusual pace. She has dark, olive skin and a mane of black curly hair that makes me feel bit...er with jealousy, because I’m just a plain-faced girl with flat dirty blonde hair. I’ll never be a girl like her. She leans close to me on the table and keeps saying random thoughts to me in an effort to snap me out of my mood. “You and I should make a video about living down here.” She looks at me with that calm demeanor that she carries into any. I took her towards orgasm as quickly as possible, knowing my old body so well made it easy. In the wash of what I thought would have been her first male orgasm, she would be disorientated enough to relinquish the hold she yet had on her old self.She finished spectacularly and I stepped into her, clearing away her thoughts like cobwebs and cutting to the dark core. As I closed in on the hidden foundations of her being a stunning light erupted around me. From the darkness of her innermost self a. And on the opposite side of the hall I could tell my son had his TV on. Perfect! There was no one to disturb us. I was completely naked before I made it to the bed at a full run. With one good leap I landed in the middle of our king size bed and flipped over, my hard cock was now pointing straight up at the ceiling. My heart was pounding in anticipation as I heard Kayko coming up the stairs. I interlaced my fingers and put my hands behind my head as Kayko walked through the door. She was. Painfully close, but teasing; you thrust your hips forward and groan an incoherent, animalistic shriek of desperate desire. You feel warm drops of oil dripping steadily onto your mound, feel them gather and trickle towards your aching slit; more drips splash against your most intimate folds as I gently part your lips, careful not to touch too much, just the warm oil caressing your inner folds, pooling at your entrance, mixing with your own wetness and dribbling down to your arse hole. You gasp.