Despite knowing a girl’s asshole could stretch to take something thicker than a butt plug—like my cock, for instance—a ripple of fear washed thr...ugh me.I gasped as she drilled the end of the butt plug into my sphincter. She twisted it back and forth, working it against my anal ring. I groaned as it widened, parting to engulf the ever-expanding plug. I groaned, my toes curling as she worked inch after inch of it in me.“Oh, god, oh, god!” I moaned, squirming on her glass desk. My nipples throbbed. It still felt alittle weird looking into a guy's eyes like this, but if I chose now,I'd have to get used to it. "I understand that. It's really crazy youknow, the Alison part of me is having a hard time not just jumping overand kissing you and squeezing you till you pop. I've really enjoyed it,you know, being a girl, and even if we don't work out, I think I couldbe happy living this life."I went quiet, thinking, deciding. I hated deciding. There was only onething to do when it came to. . ?"I answered her question before she could complete it by pressing my lips tight to hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and squeezing the boob still under my hand. This was the answer she wanted because she kissed me back with an equal hunger and closed her hand on my cock, the next moment she was tugging at my zip, her hand shot into my trousers, pushed my pants down and closed around my flesh. Her hum of pleasure grew louder as her hand moved up and down on my shaft; it was echoed by. App sabhi to mujhe jante hi he ki me ambala me rehta hu par mera asli ghar yani ki mera gao bhiwani me he yani meri papa ka ghar to kabhi kabhi hum log waha jaya karte the kuch dino pehle mera vaha jana hua me ambala se bus pakad ker bhivani ke liye nikal pada or mene raste me aapne chacha ji ko phone kar diya tha ki me aa raha hu or kisi ko bus station bhej dijiyega me 5 ghante ke bus ke safar ke baad vaha pahucha to mere chacha ka ladka mohit waha aya hua tha me uske sath bike pe beth ke ghar.