I love the taste and texture of cum and swirl it around in my mouth and swallow it.My puckered opening is pulsing in a rhythm with my pavement hard er...ction that is bouncing off my belly. I lay there for awhile tingling all over leaking more precum and small amounts of post cum with each cock spasm.Suddenly I feel a tongue licking up my juices then sharing my liquids with me by inserting their tongue in my mouth. I must be dreaming. I feel an erect phalus enter my backside and the lips and. It’s 10:46 and you quickly check yourself in the mirror. A last minute thought, you slip off your panties and bra, readjusting your dress to hide the fact. You lower the lighting a little for just the right mood. 10:52. You sit down on the bed and lay back, propped up against the pillows, wine in hand. You shuffle your legs around, trying to find a comfortable position and laugh over catching yourself trying to find the right “sexy” pose. You smooth out the front of your dress, lowering it to. ‘I’d love to see the VIP-room.’ The VIP-room is rather small, very beautiful, and completely void of personality. There’s a huge table out of glass, resting on a frame of black iron. Each chair is made out the same black iron, and looks very uncomfortable. At one end of the room, there’s a bar cabinet made out of glass, illuminated from within, containing a variety of liquors. The whole room looks like a palace made out of ice. Ellenor walks through the room, her high heels click loudly against. "You have to let me see you in it!" she cries out.NEVER!"No way!" I say. "Besides, I just took it off." You wore it around the house after school?" she gasped. "You do like it!Admit it!" she chimed."No!" I say firmly. Or at least what I consider firmly.She smiles and holds the skirt up to me again."Come on!" she presses. "Just for me?" Why?" I plead with her."I want to see you dressed up like a girl. It'll be fun!" she attempts topersuade me."Fun?" I spit out. "I wore that all day... it wasn't.