She was a sex machine. There was no other way to describe the way she rode him. Her hips had been practically industrial with their perfect, consisten... timing, their tirelessness, their unwavering and singular sense of purpose. He knew she would never stop until the deed was done; she was clearly too devoted a servant when she was doing nature’s bidding to let anything disrupt her.That perfection was truly something to behold. To have that velvety pussy squeezing and rubbing his dick from every. All my muscles feel like jelly except for my toes. My toes are curled into fists. Is that normal?”“Ha! It certainly is normal. You just had the biggest orgasm of your young life, and your body needs to adjust to this new level of stimulation.” And Bruce Willis would be proud of your fisted toes!“Well, I feel a little tired and maybe even hungry? But oddly, part of me still feels a little horny too. Like I could do this again in a few minutes.”I laughed before saying, “Yes, you’re young and your. He smiled and said “now suck my cock, you slut!”, “yes master!” I kneeled and took his cock out and in no time started sucking it. I freed my boobs and kept his penis, which was covered in my saliva and his precum, in between my boobs and started giving him tit-fuck. He moaned and I kept feeling it, the satisfaction of the urge of being a slut. He took off rest of my clothes and fucked me. He fucked me hard and nice and came in my pussy.Next day I and Aditya went class late on purpose so we get. 'It is a good job I gave myself big hips' I thought as the image on thescreen refreshed with a realistic picture of a woman with huge breasts,large hips and a small waist encased in a shiny black corset.'She must be joking or playing a game with me, she may be a gypsy buteverybody knows that is crap, fantasy. She can't turn me into that womanon the screen and what was a gypsy woman, no matter how beautiful, doingwith a tablet computer?'I decided it was a dream. I have had these sorts of dreams.