Ao I got my knees and licked her pussy. For 20 minutes no stop I licked her, fucked her with my tongue. She took me by my hairs and told me to keep ha...ds behind my back and my tongue straight and she fucked my face!She was really kinky. Her pussy was clean and clean shaved. It was pure pleasure to please her. She was moaning loudly.She was enjoying completely but I was tired and my jaws were in pain with fucking her with tongue. My cock was also hard and I could not do anything.Then she asked. She had sometimes spent months secluded with a man she'd fallen for, ignoring the rest of the world entirely until hunger and a male's sense of 'duty' drove them back into the land of the living. Those were memories she treasured – even as much as she treasured her memories of Jake.As she lay in the grass, warmed by the twin crystal suns, enjoying the play of Sy's fingers on her stomach and hips, a shadow appeared, blocking the warming rays of the closer, Northern crystal sun. Alana opened her. Omg!That’s kinda hot!A knock on my door...I closed my computer. Pulled my dildo out putting it under the cushion. Put my pants on and opened the door. Sasha stood there. Wearing strapped heels and a calf length green dress, it was spaghetti strap at the top. Her golden skin and the green accent each other perfectly. She had a beaded necklace on, her long hair down her back and d****d over her left eye. Her eyes went from a dark black eyeshadow to a green that match her dress. Her lips glossy. Considering everything it represents to manhood, I’d imagine it could ultimately be used to influence the feminization and sissification of even the strongest male. Oh dear! Remember the self-confident, virile, young, up-and-coming business executive, with the trophy wife, you were, or were pretending to be, on your wedding day? Look at you now! An emasculated, sissy faggot locked in chastity, made up like a pretty girl, dressed in stockings,and high heels and panties, prostrate.