"She took a deep pull from the Scotch and looked up at me."I'll give you a choice," she said, moistening the tip of the cigar in her mouth and exhalin... a cloud of smoke. "You can go to bed now, or you can ask me about tonight. But you may not like the answer." She already knew what I'd choose. She was just being cruel."Tell me about tonight."She glared at me."I'm sor...I mean...Please tell me about tonight. Please." I said it carefully. She wanted me to beg. But she hated it when I whined or. O last night when I was browsing the infinite collections on xhamster, i came across a video of a tranny ( Now everything reminded me of my enforced femininity:With every step I felt the tightness of my pencil skirt, whichrestricted the movement of my legs and made me together with my highheels a little bit helpless. Another reminder of my womanhood was thewaxy feeling of the lipstick. But most important were the Ben Wa alls.They gave me the feeling of being permanently penetrated and reminded methis way of my new sex. The same effect had the female arousal and thedamp feeling under my panties.The. This revelation was almost too much for him. He knew he should get angry, but he realized that instead of offending him, it got him excited. He felt his cock come to life inside his pants. Crystal glanced down at the bulge growing in his fly and giggle."Does that excite you, Greg dear?" she asked. "Do you want me to suck you off? Ever since the first time I saw your big fat cock, I've been dying to get it in my mouth. Every night when I play with myself in bed, I fantasize about you ramming.
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