She giggled and grabbed my cock, slowly massaging it. I pinched her nipples and she sighed. She rolled me over on top of her and whispered, Now, do it...now. Her pussy was already wet. I slid my cock into her and she moaned. She grabbed my nuts and gently squeezed them as I stroked into her. She made very little noise, only a kind of low moan. I guess I was moaning too. It wasnt long until the moan was replaced with an Oof, oof, off, as she neared her climax. She made a little squeaking noise as. His promises somehow had a cooling effect on me. Resignation overwhelmed me again, and the anger seemed to trickle away like ice before the sun. My life was in his hands. I sighed and opened my fists, letting the fiery mood seep into the floor below me. Days turned to weeks. Droacner still had been unable to achieve even the slightest hint of retransformation. He daily tested numerous potions and spells, but I remained the same. I spent the days of frustration in the only way I could. Reading. He didn't give upbut kept compressing his throat muscles around my dick and pulling backand forcing forward again. I was close to coming, but took a handful ofthe spit in my hand and reached around the lad, finding his boicunt withmy fingers and lubricating the quite relaxed little muscle with the slimefrom his own throat. He shook and trembled in my arms and pulled back fora moment from my erect dick."Fuck me sir, please make me your boy. I need to be hurt by your big manprick".No words. Tingles surged through me. My eyes squeezed shut. I pinched my nipples as she teased me, building up the delight in the depths of my cunt.Then her lips nuzzled down, passing her finger. Her tongue jammed into my snatch, reaching into my depths to scoop out my brother’s jizz. I groaned at the naughty delight, glad she could feast on his cum, that she could devour his passion.Then I groaned as her finger massaged my clit. She rubbed it in slow circles, showering my snatch in waves of hot delight..