It felt a little sore, uncomfortable to have her bottom stretched open like this. It was an alien sensation, but nice. She liked it, the feeling of Ma...t completely owning her, dominating her and he pushed again, his cock filling her further still. She grunted as he thrust one last time until his balls were resting against her pussy lips. "Oh you dirty little whore!" He gasped, stopping where he was, letting her get used to the feeling.Suddenly, Robin felt someone grip her hair and pull her head. I explained to him that the story I wrote was really based on a real like experience that I had had. I went on and on, probably talking too long and after about five minutes of me rambling, he was still speechless. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing until he broke his silence by saying that I was right. He was amazed. He followed up with several generic questions about crossdressing and my experiences and then his questions got a little more personal.“So, how does it feel to. I was going deeper and deeper, sliding my tongue around his cock as I would come up closer to the tip. His hands were on the back of my head, entangled in my hair and forcing me to suck a little deeper until I decided to take the whole thing into my mouth. I could feel his cock twitching all the way down my throat and I heard an oh fuck yes baby suck that fucking cock from above me. I was dripping at this point from feeling his cock deep down my throat and I knew I had to fuck him. I sucked. It echoed and rumbled, threatening in its voice, and yet welcoming within her mind. She wanted the rain, she wanted thunder, she wanted the storm, and she wanted it all.Counting the seconds that equated to miles, she counted down its approach. It was moving fast, as if it knew her desire, and wanted to please her. She wished for it, her mouth silently whispered the words, the wishes that echoed in her mind. 'Come to me,' she said, 'come come, come to me. I want you.'The slightly cooler breeze.