Her drenched pussy made noises as her fingers moved faster and faster. “Be quiet,” you said. “I want to hear this.” Danielle slowed down and...the sounds faded away. The commercial break started and Danielle pushed herself against you. She looked at you with puppy eyes, begging for your cock. “Does the slut need a cock to fulfill her needs?” you teased. She looked at you, a little shocked by your words, but continued to play along. “Yes,” she moaned. “And you happen to have one which I. . utar jao bhagwan ke liye..Nahi aunty please, mujse raha nahi jaa raha, main kya karu, pata nahi andar bhi nahi jaa raha… ohhhh aunty…Achanak aunty ha ek haath muje apne lund me mehsoos hua…Aunty ne lund ko apni chut ked war me rakha,…Shhhhhhhhhhhhh sameeer kuchh mat bolo..haan ab dhakka maro… haaan..Muje to jaise swarg mil gaya….. ek hi dhakke ne mera pura lund aunty ki chut me ghusa diya………Maine lund ko bahar nikala aur jor se dhakka mara…….oooooooo aunty….. kehete hi mera sara bandh toot. However, I have been undergoing a feminizing hormone therapyfor the past couple of years. Let's just say that I'm relatively tamenowadays and no longer one for challenging my contemporaries by means ofargument.That said, I have drafted this fictional expression of a very deep rootedphobia that continues to haunt me as a means of being able to relate thisinternalized dilemma to others.Okay, sure, there are any number of people who I've been an ass to overthe years... those who wouldn't hesitate. When I was finally finished my routine I noticed that there was a message in Touch from him. My heart skipped a beat and my hands almost shook when I made sure my husband couldn't see the screen of my phone while I unlocked my phone and opened the application. ‘Mmmmmm smothered in kisses. I would like to smother you in kisses and more.’ Then a few hours later, ‘Miss you’. ‘Lol’ I replied a little tentatively. “Just in the middle of a war right now Hun.’ 'You okay?’ he asked. ‘Yes. Just trying.