My male shorts ended up ina dumpster in my old apartment complex's center court. To celebrate myliberation from male underwear, Marnie bought a nice ...ottle of champagne.We toasted, and she gifted me with a corset from some naughty lingerieshop in the city. When she put it on me, my girlfriend laced it verytightly, but explained that's how it works, and complimented me on mynew, shapelier figure. I'll admit that I blushed with pride. It evenpushed up the flesh of my chest to give me pretend. It’s a perfect dress for princess, showing her charming figure flattering.Her breath was soft as a feather and sweet like a lily. Her cheeks were fresh as roses. Her eyes were pure as diamonds, and shining.Shining from fresh tears.She had been crying badly. Even now, tears were still lingering on her face, like dews on flowers’ pedals, waiting for comfort.She was made do deserve a comfort.Who should help this pretty but sad princess? Anybody?She stumbled.It’s so dark, but out of her eye’s. "Jesus Christ," she whispered. "What a beautiful pair of cocks."Lisa's horny cunt was creaming as the brothers moved onto the bed, one on each side of her. With the men lying on their backs, Lisa took a big stiff prick in each hand. Hot pussy cream was boiling out of her cunt as she slid the velvet-soft foreskins up and down over the thick cockshafts. The feel of their hot meaty pricks in her fingers was driving the horny woman out of her mind."Oh, you sweet darlings," she whispered. "Shit,. On the top sat a small purple remote with three buttons: Hi, mid, low. Picking it up I heard a gasp and whimper. Sprite obviously didn't mean for this to lay around unattended. Pressing low I realized what it was to. A feint metal clicking could be heard from Sprite. Of course this clicking could only be found beneath a pile of moans and excited groans. Tossing the remote to the side with a clatter a sigh squeezed in between Sprites lustful symphony of pleasure. Pressing the Hi button I set.