There were only a few people around jogging. My walking pacewas comfortable and every few minutes someone would pass.As I walked I considered the new ...eed to be filled. Was the logic I usedcorrect? Being a woman was a lot of things but becoming a slut wasn't onthe list. My bum occupied my mind as a walked around and around. I feltcomfortable with the new manner of playing. I decided to head home,shower and allow a cock to come into my body.Pausing I looked at the other people. Maybe there were. . One continuousspray of his sexual fluids, she swallowed it... all of it... deeply. Andas the orgasm was finishing, she took more from him. His masculineessence, what she needed for him to be changed.She had been warned never to drain a man like this. Drain too much, hewould be broken forever if he survived, most likely he would not... and hewould die within minutes of being stripped of his masculinity... Butsomehow she knew this was necessary. She was sucking his very strongmasculine essence. . Puri nangi padi thi mere samne.. Uski bur khul chuki thi par bhosda nahi bani thi.. Uski pudi par 1 bhi bal nahi tha.. Ekdum chikni.. To maine kaha vah re chhinal… Roj bal saf karti hai kya.. To vo boli roj nahi aaj subah hi kari hu.. Kal raat ko tum mere chucho ko ghoor ke dekh rahe the maine tabhi soch liya tha ki tumse apni bur fadwayungi.. Fir ammi ne hi mera kam bana diya.. Ispar mai our aunty dono has pade.. Mai uski pudi par hath fer raha tha.. Sali sach me makkhan jaisi chikni thi. I sagged when I was finally spent. Erica let my cock slide from her lips trailing a sting of fluid, my sperm combined with her spit. A little bit of sperm had leaked from her mouth and ran over her chin. I thought I would pass out from the perfect eroticism of the moment. And then she swallowed. She made a gulping sound in her throat and then opened her mouth to show me that it was empty. She giggled with pride as her hand continued to stroke my cock which was dripping the last of my cum onto.