He gritted his teeth and smiled, her wet hair matted down, her soft lips pecking at his chest. As much as he tried to fight it, his hips started picki...g up a steady rhythm, barely moving at all really, but the tiny movement still had its effect. She suddenly buried her face into the space between his shoulder and neck. Her nails dug into his back, causing him to wince slightly, still keeping the smile on his face. They floated in the river for what seemed like an eternity. Neither wanted to. She was very feminine and pretty too, full and soft lips, female cheek bones/facial features, soft olive skin, all around gorgeous. Well one night, the 3rd time me met up, she actually asked if she could “top” me. Previously, whenever I was with someone who was feminine (only genetic girls at the time), I was the top and when with someone masculine (only genetic male) at the time, I was the bottom. This is one of the turning points that changed my view of sexuality and gender identity and put. He pulled me out of the kitchen and into the living room, pausing suddenly as if he was in thought. He pulled harder against my hair, making a shrill muffled scream bubble out of my throat."Where is your room?"I shook my head, mumbling incoherent words against his hand, tears leaking down my cheeks. He sighed, let go of my hair and twisted my body around. Relief was short lived as he forced me to bend over the nearest couch and flipped up my tank top, my bottom squirming as the cool air hit my. Main sofa par baith kar tv dekh raha tha. tabhi meri nazar soti hui chachi par gayi unke stan silk ki maxi mein upar neeche hote hue saaf dikhayi de rahe the.main apna lund bahar nikal kar apni pari jaisi chachi ko dekhte hue dheere dheere ragdne laga.phir mera man nahin mana to main jaa kar chachi ke bagal baith gaya aur ek ungli se unke stan ko chua.phir maine ungli ko thoda sa press kiya bahut soft chuche the chachi ke.phir maine himmat karke pura haath rakh diya. phir dheere dheere sahlane.