So why go to all the trouble of getting smooth, putting on make-up and getting dressed like a prostitute walking the streets for cock? Because it’s ... calling. Its who you are inside. Its who you have always been. Its who you were born to be. Most gurls have always known they weren’t “real men”. Even as k**s they felt their true feminine persona coming out. Many have spent years trying to hide it, pretending to be “macho” and masculine but knowing deep down they were just putting on a front. It. She was working on his zipper. I stepped up behind her and helpfully slid her panties down her legs. Now I reached around her from behind and grabbed her tits with both hands. My erect cock was pressed against the small of her back. Shane stepped back and slid his pants down, revealing his own sizable bulge snaking under the fabric of his boxers. She reached out and tugged his boxers down and a massive boner popped out. Shane's cock was magnificent. It was cut with a large mushroom head;. “At ease, all of you,” the man said. “She cannot do anything without my permission, and anyway, your bullets could not harm her in the slightest.” The men lowered their weapons, which did little to put Asrah at ease. Though she had to admit, being forbidden to use magic made her wonder if her body was as indestructible as it normally is. She could not die, of that she was certain, but she did not particularly relish the idea of finding out what bullet wounds felt like.“Would you like anything?”. As she bent a little more so that her ass only touches my dick.Now I was even more bolder because of her acts. As she was wearing a kurtha salwar. I moved my hands towards her waist. I moved my hand in such a fashion that it circles her navi outside from the cloth. Slowly I moved my hand inside her cloth. Now I was like finger fucking her navi hole. She had a rpund hole. She moved more closer to me pushing me more backwards. My cock was still resting on her ass cheeks saluting her. There was no.