This whore is gobbling my cock like she’s been with the squad for months!”“Pass her over here! I need a bit more of that mouth of her– ours.�...“Anyone want her cunt?”Eloise was a pass-around piece of meat. A bonding exercise for a gaggle of teammates treating her like a blow-up doll. On a whim, she had decided to drop to her knees when prompted, giving into the desire she felt when she closed her eyes and banged her pussy with that dildo – a toy that she knew was never going to cut it again after. " Brianna, I have even noticed a change on internet TG fiction sites.Society has changed so fast that authors cannot keep up when crafting thecrisis situations and conflict that make for a good story. They usuallyhave to set their stories in past decades when gay was illegal andtransgender was shameful. My English teacher once said 'Terrible timesprovide dramatic plots'." Consider all the Victorian romances and vampire novels girls love toread."Just then the dark-haired girl who worked at the. .. detached, is the word, I think.After Rebecca’s encounter with my Lord, I sent her home with the suggestion she needed to pray for Joe, and the next time we met I could tell that something had happened. I’m not one who tries to force the pace, though, however frustrating it may be to wait.Rebecca continued in her studies, and Joe in his work as a seaman, a ‘sailorman’ in the local parlance. It’s a curious thing. Heritage sailing is inevitably a seasonal thing, and enthusiasts manage their. And you kneel on the bed, gazing down at me… tousled from sleep and passion… lips swollen from your kisses, breasts heavy and heaving as I regain my breath, thighs wide, revealing the drenched lips of my shaven pussy. You smile as your eyes darken with lust and desire…. ‘On your hands & knees, little one.’ I recognize that tone… and a shiver of pure lust and love traces down my body as roll over languorously, and draw my knees up, spreading them slightly, raising my ass up in the air. I wait.