"Yes, d-daddy." She breathed out as I travelled down to the valley of her breasts, hands lightly pinching her nipples as I reached down her tight velv...t dress. Her arms scratched behind her back whining a bit trying to reach for the zip to undo the piece of fabric separating her from euphoria. I smirked against her skin and reached back to undo her dress and expertly unclip her bra, freeing her breasts from its constraints. The dress fell down and pooled around her red stilettos. I pushed her. It was wonderful for the both of us. It was something I had wanted to do for a long time and he had no idea that I was into cross dressing or wanting to be with a guy. After we were done we sat together on the sofa to talk and kiss. The more we talked, the more we kissed. The kisses were at times gentle and at times full of raw passion. Our tongues explored each other's mouths and every now and then he would stop to kiss my neck. I loved that feeling of being wanted and desired. I never. It was Chanel Allure. A perfume that I love very much on a woman. It it is the type of fragrance that can give a man an instant boner from a far. At least with me. And if that wasn't enough her pants were even more tighter than before. Giving me a much better look of her ass. If for some reason the perfume didn't do the trick this certainly did. I was hard. She removed her coat and there was another surprise. She had this blouse on which revealed her breasts. I was thinking that I must have. I was going to cum, very, very hard.Hope was getting close too. Her breathing was urgent and aggressive. Her thrusts were deep and frenzied, pistoning in and out of my helpless body."I'm going to cum," she growled, our eyes still locked in the mirror, "I going to fucking cum."My hands gripped the sheets until my knuckles turned white. My moans began to merge into one. Then Hope roared, her dick twitched violently inside me, and she injected me with cum. Spurt after powerful spurt filled me up..