He reached around and under to finger her—for his own amusement as she was clearly beyond any pleasure herself by now—except, perhaps, that of obl...vion. Imagine his surprise when he discovered her surprise: small, limp, helplessly leaking. I’ll be damned, it’s a fucking fag, some kind of transgender sissy queer, not that realizing this could stop him now, buried to the balls in her ass, rocking his way to an imminent and explosive orgasm. He squeezed the soft little pile of genitals in his. I pulled the front of the bikini down to inspect the cock ring. It was in place and was pushing the Marine's cock and balls out front. I told Paul that we were going for a 3 mile run to start the day. I rode the bike beside him setting the pace -- which was fast. He kept up the tempo with his bare feet slapping out an even cadence on the pavement.His cock and balls were jumping up and down too. The thong bikini was made of nylon and didn't provide much support for the Marine's hefty basket now. Our hands quickened, instinct guiding us, thumbs on each other’s love buttons as we fingered each other to an earthquake of a climax, sighing deeply as our mouths and tongues locked together, arms embracing, hugging and making one simultaneous orgasm out of our separate bodies. ‘Oh, wow!’ I breathed. Nessie sighed. ‘Whew,’ she said. ‘I’ve never done anything like that before.’ She looked up into my eyes, reached forward and kissed me once more. ‘I’m glad it was you though.’ I smiled back at. I had beer, he had coke as he was driving. I sat on the couch, leaving a seat between us, the appropriate amount for a first meeting. Didn't need to be up in his face, scaring the poor fucker. After ten minutes or so, I just wanted to start, so I told him..."Put your drink on the floor, turn around on your knees, and stick your ass over the edge of the couch towards me."I knew by his face he was nervous and surprised, but I knew by his bulge he liked being told what to do.To be honest, I.
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