However, there were a few times when I would accidently run across trans anime pics. This confused me a bit and would actually make me harder and more...turned on. So we began to chat online. She would tell me when she had sex with a guy from the night before giving me every detail as well as when she messed around with her female friends. She would send me pics of herself, with her friends, or with a guy. I was ecstatic.Fast forward 4 years, I had moved states to Maryland a year after I started. “Yeah, I guess that is it.”“Okay, no problem. I will start putting more clothes on. I wouldn't want to be the reason you get all hot and bothered.”She sat there for a few more minutes and then bid me good night. She jogged up the stairs, which caused her buns to wiggle more than normal. When she got to the top of the stairs, she called down, “Sorry about that, I couldn't resist.” Over the next week, she did as she promised. However, she began to flirt with me more. When she bent over to pick. I spot movement. Finally. My eye to the rifle’s scope, I zero in upon what used to be a bakery, patiently waiting to see if it was more than a stray flap of cloth flirting with the wind. Again. I smile coldly, my instincts telling me that there is a beating heart hidden somewhere in the scatter of rubble that marks the building. Sure enough, I make out a shape, well camouflaged in white and grey. A Russian soldier. With a practiced eye, I center the cross hair on where I discern his head to be,. I could feel the wads of sperm flowing through his cock inside my throat. He poured cum into my throat and continued to gag me, even as I began to lose conciousness. By this point I had lost all my strength and soon after I blacked out. When I woke up I was still in my father's bed, naked and alone. I was so exhausted I could hardly move. I managed to reach around to feel my asshole. It was still gaping wide, and leaking sperm. My ass was so sore I wanted to cry again. It wasn't just my asshole.