I didn’t ask him if he wanted to be fucked I knew from the way he was reacting that there was nothing he wanted more at this time in his life. I low...red his butt to the mattress. I got up and off the bed. Went over to a shelf and got a bottle of lube and poured a bit into my hand. Then I began to stroke my cock, getting it nice and slippery. He watched me with a slight grin. I walked back to the bed and told him to turn over onto his stomach, and he complied. I slipped my fingers into his. Kneeling down on the blanket and moving in for a closer look, I was amazed at how big this guy's dick was getting. I knew that I wanted to do more than give him a handjob ... I needed to shove this sweet thing into my mouth."I'm going to cum," he said out of the blue.I pulled my hand away and pleaded for him to hold on."Not yet, man, I want you to cum in my mouth," I said, a little shocked at what I had verbalized. "You have such a beautiful cock; I want to taste you."There was no response. And. As I bounced up and down the studly stalagmites, I felt my body come to life, my hands hungrily devoured my new curves, seducing myself and making me want to fuck that slutty little bimbo even harder. My breasts had started as soft little peaches, juicy and tender from what I could only assume was hormones. In time they swelled to the size of small melons. I was at least a D cup now, although I never seemed to wear a bra in The White Room, or any clothes for that matter. Clothes would only get. He sat.She showed him the flat of her hand, telling him to stay, and then got up and made a small fire. Setting meat on a rock beside the fire, she left it to warm and went into the woods. In a little while she was back with a plant Slim had never seen before. It had a short, gray/green stalk, with a brown pod on it. He watched as she crushed the pod between two rocks and produced a red mush. Sticking her finger in it, she painted her face and then came to paint his.She unpacked the cup and.
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