I was getting annoyed but still enjoyed the heat.Using his thighs, he pulled my legs apart. I felt a sudden jolt of pain rising though my body. He jus... inserted his 7-inch cock inside me. I was about to shout when he grabbed my mouth and said: “Don’t shout you whore, just enjoy”. From that moment on every passing second was heavenly.He stroked me up and down while I just laid on top of him motionless. He kept running his hands over my thighs, which made me wet even more. He placed one of his. ..Out the plug came and he moaned "Fuck yes, you little fucking whore"Omg he was starting to talk super dirty to me - something we had bothtalked about in our chats, how much it turned us both on to be verbalduring sex. It made the silent parts even more meaningful, I thought,even though I really didn't have that much experience. To confess, atthis point in my life, I had slept with just 4 men, and never whendressed, and I didn't really like any of them...this is what I am, afemmed sissy. The words run through your head. Head, shaft, balls. You associate them, you feel yourself. The television man has cum oozing around his shaft, dripping. His Ego, you think."You will forget about me, Verso. You will consume Man's Ego until the day I come back for you." The television man fades away into the black mirror. "You must do this for Us." You look down to your penis and find that it is leaking from its hole, white fluid seeping around the base, slowly. The sensation is rapturous. Your. As she unzipped her dress, it whispered from her shoulders, and her large breasts were unveiled pushed up high by her metal-boned leather corset. But the dress didn't reach the floor. Instead, it gathered at her hips. She reached down and pulled the calfskin from her. In doing so, she allowed a thin black strapon cock to spring free – the dress had caught on it. Her knickers were soft black leather, the perfect pairing to her corset. The boy girl, meanwhile, had gone to the bed and knelt on.