I was a model-beautiful boy at twenty-four. Soft features, weak chin, high cheekbones, full lips, but short. Only 5’6″. I had my mother’s face, only it looked better on me. Daddy was dead so when Mommy came home and saw me in a dress and pronounced it “the real me,” it was full steam ahead. My voice operation was done at Sloan Kettering, the best hospital in the country whatever anyone tells you. After $50,000 of plastic surgery and eight months with a personal trainer at the gym, estrogen, and complete hair removal from the neck down, I was the most beautiful woman most men had ever seen. Mommy even paid for etiquette lessons so I’d learn all the right mannerisms.“ You must at least know how to behave,” Mommy said. I realized being in public had made me tense my whole life but I didn’t know because it happened every time. Everything was different. So I was learning how to be a woman and not pursuing a career. I was working in an office on campus. The woman who got me the job had been a former lover something. We had two dates, I blundered pretty awfully and she met someone else who she married as I was working my way up to an apology. She was my email box, my 2am email box. She never answered one of them but she knew me better than anyone but Mommy. When I called her asking for work, she teased at putting me at the front of her departmental office then got me a job in the financial aid center. Boys and girls and boys and boys sitting in a hard backed chair with me swiveled at my desk, talking about their options. I would make small talk with all of them. Girls were weird at first. Men were across the spectrum. A God damned nineteen-year-old said softly one day, “You look petrified behind those eyes. A man can help with that.”
“Tell me more,” I breathed.
He just smiled and we got back to business. He put his hand on the edge of my desk and I wanted to touch the back of it with my fingertips as I spoke but didn’t have the courage. I gave him my card at the end of the session, write down my number on the back. “That’s my mobile. For what we talked about. For me.” I patted my hand twice on the desk, trying my best to smile genuinely.
“You’re too beautiful,” he said, standing.
“This isn’t play and I’m not a cheat. You’re nineteen and a beautiful 26-year-old is giving her your number. Why? Because I think you didn’t even consider asking for it because you’d get a no. If we wind up a couple, we’ll be equals and I won’t treat you like a boy.”
“What’s so special about me?”
“Your proximity, you idiot. Brian, you’re the first man who’s made me feel like a woman in a month. Please, Brian. I’m new to this too. That’ll make sense in time. In the meantime, know that I want a boyfriend and not a toy. Money is not an issue. My Mommy’s rich. I want to buy you dinner tomorrow night. Call me and we’ll make plans. Please call.”
We wound up at a museum at dusk. We’d stare at a painting, I’d jostle him with my leg, he’d hold out his hand and I’d grab it by the fingertips and lead him to the painting. We were holding hands early into the second wall, neither of us able to think of a thing to say. I absolutely completely fucking melted when his hand reached up to hold the small of my back in front of one painting. This nineteen-year-old in jeans and me in my skirt and jacket from work. I was probably one of the eight most beautiful women in the state and he was being debonair. I leaned in and tugged his lower lip down with my thumbnail. “Kiss me,” I asked with lowered, demure eyes. Our teeth barely parted, just enough to touch tongues, but our lips devoured each other. “Where would you rather be right now?” I asked. “There must be somewhere.” In my car, driving home, so I can be alone when I think about how I can’t have what I want from a relationship with Brian. “
He muttered something, studying his shoe.
I grabbed the lapels of his shirt and leaned in smiling. “Look in my eyes and tell me.”
Most men look struck dumb like deer in headlights when we locked eyes. Brian didn’t. His eyes were strained and mortified. “Alone,” he said. “I’d rather be alone.”
“Okay.”
“Please say more.”
“Do you mean with me?”
Brian doubled over with the most beautiful grin frozen on his face.
“Come home with me,” I said, tugging his shirt. “We’ll order a pizza and I’ll finish reassuring myself that you’re not too obnoxious to screw.” When he didn’t budge, I turned to him. “Just trying to make it easy on you, Baby. Your age.” I sauntered away, shaking my ass but not so much it was obviously intentional. “You get a A so far. Don’t worry too much.” I paused at a bench and needlessly hiked up each of my suede boots upon it, arching my back at I did so. I held my smile, seeing Brian’s mouth hanging open. I lifted one boot back and up and pretended to check to make sure it was all the way on, moving my hand in a cupping manner about the heel when I’d finished. I let it down with a wistful sigh and shot a beaming smile at Brian. “Well, come on slowpoke. Let’s go. I’ll drive. I have to be up earlier. You know, in case I get lucky.”
I wasn’t nervous about my penis. Pulled on a mottled black and aqua kimono that bunched around the hips. Panties would make it look like I was trying to hide it. It seemed the best way to keep Brian from freaking and bolting. I barely wore lipstick to work, even. So I took time getting done up. Just moisturizer, eyes, and lips. Heave eye liner and mascara. No shadow. I paused. Red did wonders with my blue eyes and pale skin. Some other time.
I paused in the doorway to the stairs. “Now, I’m just saying. Yes, I’m fishing for compliments, but I’m just saying, have you ever seen this before?” I spun in profile and held my robe to hug my ass, bringing my bald penis plainly into view.
“No,” he chuckled. “I honestly haven’t. They’re perfect half-circles.”
“A+, Baby. You know?” I dumped a few pieces of caramel popcorn from a bowl into my mouth, “I love cock.” I smiled impishly. “No more. You talk some.” I sat cross-legged in a large recliner without pushing it back. The robe had parted in the front show too much of my breasts and right amount of penis.
Brian’s gaze fell to it and I remained a still as I could, even monitoring my breathing. I was becoming aroused from Brian’s wordless fascination — or perhaps something else.
“I’m sorry,” I squeaked as it jerked to full erection. “Is there something in particular you want to do, bedroom-wise?”
“Holy fuck, you’re a goddess.”
I watched him uncertainly. “Will I see you after tonight? It won’t affect anything that happens, really. I just want to know.”
“You do like to keep me en garde.”
“I don’t mean to,” I laughed. “But you have a point. Let’s go fuck. I won’t try to take you.” I lay in bed and untied the belt to my kimono. “Shssh. Trust me. Hands to hold in place only, no teeth at all, suck in as hard as you can, push out with tongue on nipple. Repeat.” I drew his head to my breast. “Baby does want to nurse?”
Brian stripped and joined me in bed. I had let the plastic surgery team pick absolutely everything and didn’t have DD breasts, but with my slight build and short height, I would just plain have stood out to much in every other way. My dick rose almost immediately and his hardened against my thigh at the same time. He scissored my leg in his and began giving me a handjob while I touseled his hair and cooed to him. Soon, I was letting out the occasional chirp of squeal. I wasn’t very close when Brian came on my thigh, fucking it like a dumb, helpless dog. I held him while he lazily fondled my dick. I drifted off to his gentle, gentle handjob that would never bring me to orgasm. I panicked when I jerked my head up and saw the sun in the windows when I opened my eyes. Then I cried out. Brian was sucking me. Quite well. “Baby, yes! Baby, yes!” I began shouting. “Fuck, yes! Like that! Like that! Make your girl cum!” Ten minutes later, I had his head in my hands and was bashing his head against my public mound. “Let me cum! Let me cum!” I was groaning throatily. “Baby! Fuck! Yes! God! Now!” I screamed a shot my cum down his throat. “I am fucking in love,” I gasped.
“Beginner’s luck,” he said with a smile.
I looked at the clock. An hour and a half still. It was summer. I stood up and wrapped my robe around me. “Can I make you breakfast?”
“I can eat the leftover pizza.”
I smiled, realizing he might never have done this. “It’ll be more fun if I make something. Waffles? Let’s shower first. You look remarkably erect.” I looked at him, suddenly sure, beaming in happiness. “Will you call me tonight and tell me how your day went so I can hear your voice?” He smiled back. A nude nineteen-year-old with an erect penis was pleased that I was beginning to slip the leash on. Today might be gold star material.
“What time?” He fumbled over the words.
“Before ten but not just at ten. Making me wait like that is nothing but punishment.”
“Thank you. I didn’t know.”
“So first chance you’re free after dinner?”
“Fate?’
I should have a necklace to turn around and unfasten for this shit. “Me too, Brian. Me too. Now let’s go have sex. Just to be clear. You in me. Rough, please? Don’t respect me too much more than you do yourself and I see it in the way you’re standing. So, at the risk of being really way too entirely long-winded, could you take your hard cock into the bathroom and cut on the shower?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said mischievously.
“Fuck yes. You are going to call me that. In bed, out of bed, in public. Oh, you stepped in it there.”
Brian walked off to the bathroom, laughing hysterically. “How about Goddess?” The water cut oh.
“Hell no!” I called back, lubing up with two fingers of Vasoline.
In the large walk-in shower of my two-story flat, I placed the palm of each hand on the wall and bent over, perfectly horizontal, at the waist. I groaned with only the slightest discomfort when Brian slid his dick into me with one forceful stroke. He was big, but my toy was over ten inches. The hot water pounded down on my back as he fucked me furiously, too hot. Hot enough to make me feel a bit sick. My ass thanked Brian’s dick with a variety of twitches, spasms, squeezes, and ripples that he sighed and moaned to, pushing me up the wall with the force of his thrusts until my ass squeezed him like a vice and I babbled words I didn’t understand, than I would relax, swear some horny words of encouragement and head uphill again. Soon, he held my breasts in his hands. I got him to stop the sixth or seventh time I screamed at him, brought my legs together, and bent down to grasp my ankles. Brian took my ass in his hands and fucked me like a ragdoll for a minute or two than pulled and came across it. When I didn’t hear anything, I asked flatly, “Brian?” He lathered my as, wiped it clean with a washcloth, then leaned down and bit it. “Thank you, Baby.” I rose. “Would you like an after?” His dick hardened in my hands as I cleaned it. Gold star, indeed.
Out of the shower, I put on a more traditional robe and pointed at the bed. “Try to get some more sleep. I need some time. This isn’t as simple for me. I love every minute I spend with you. Honest. But I need to let things percolate before I say anything else and I know you’re not going to be able to talk so, which isn’t your fault . . . Try to get some sleep. I’ll come for you when the waffles are ready.”
“What isn’t as simple?” he asked, tears in his voice.
“I’m sorry, Baby. That was a bad way to phrase it. It’s fears. Your age and my responsibilities. Now lie down for me. And if you get cute and start moaning, I’m only going to come in here and give you a blowjob and then the waffles will burn, so please don’t.”
I was back in 15 minutes later. Passing into the bathroom to do my makeup, I said, “I went all out. There’s bacon in the frying pan, toast ready to be toasted, the waffle iron is heating, and there’s orange juice in the juicer. Now I can ignore you without feeling guilty or you feeling insecure. Truthfully, I’m afraid I might not go in otherwise.”
“Why are you cold?”
“You shouldn’t think so much, Baby. It doesn’t become you. Go eat your breakfast.” I paused “Do you want to pick what I wear today for fun? It can’t be the Gothic Lolita outfit, but anything office appropriate. The person you want driving you to your car, in other words. He chose a croptop I was willing to risk, a white skirt with flowering down the side, and a double-breasted white jacket.
“Here’s where we start compromising.”
“Nope. No compromise.”
“The waffles have to be done.”
I did my lashes and lips, with a touch of eyeliner then stood back and silently doubled over laughing, my hand over my mouth. I was going to be the office whore. They already thought that of me but, God, no, I looked like a themed stripper in her pregame outfit. On Easter. Why did I even have that skirt? “Can I please show you an alternative?”
I kept the croptop but shed the skirt silk, and shorter. I had a very snug white blazer that only covered half my forearms with brass buttons stitched down the sleeves in a way that is impossible to make it sound as though it looks good, though it does. “If I’m going to be the office whore, I’m not going to be a barbie doll.” I stepped out of the closet and saw Brian there, still nude, with an erection. “Oh, bother.” I rolled my eyes and sank to my knees. I could nestle Brian in the back of my throat and even deep-throated him a bit when he had fucked my face in the shower, so I had no complaints about his cumming in my mouth. I was in a hurry so I mashed my face to his pubic mound to get him in my throat, began swallowing as fast as I could, and snaked a hand up between his legs. His cum shot out in one long pump and I suppressed my hiss perfectly. I patted him on the side of the ass. “We’re low on time. Get dressed.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said in a half-astonished, half-hypnotized tone.
“I have some chocolate mousse for desert,” I called from the kitchen. “Do you know I weigh 122 pounds? Do you understand how little I get to eat? How much cardio I have to do?”
“You have options.”
“What? Going full-on bulimic? I like being the most beautiful woman men have ever seen.”
“Life’s a trade-off of headaches for headaches?”
“Who told you that?”
“No one. Why?”
“My fucking grandfather said that once. Do you need another basket to weave?”
“Your Mistress does not. Now don’t use my toothbrush. I’ve got a thing about that. Ready?”
“Yes, Mistress. And you are, as ever, the truth of beauty of which other women possess a mere shadow.”
“Christ, I could jerk off to hearing you say that. Let’s eat our mousse. Promise me you’ll call?” I asked, placing the two plates on the counter.
Brian chuckled. “You still have to ask?”
“How do you feel?”
“Nothing like this has ever been a part of my life, no woman like you, nothing this whirlwind makes me feel. It’s so completely new that I don’t think I’ve ever been in love before.”
“I’m taking you to meet Mommy this weekend.” I tapped my fork on the edge of the plate.
“Is there a reason.”
I smiled at him with pursed lips. “The more you feel like part of my life, the more you’ll want to be part of my life. It’s part of my master plan to be happy with you.”
“How do you feel?”
“Since the transformation? Me too, Brian. Entirely me too. And I wasn’t with men before. That’s what special about you.” I placed my palm on his cheek. “And more that I get to find out, I hope. You aren’t going to mouth off about this, are you? That would be a bad idea, could even get me fired. Lie, Brian. Last thing, Baby? You don’t have to worry. I’ll tell you when I fall in love. Now get your stuff please or you’ll have to get an Uber.” I picked up my own attaché case and sunglasses. “And for God’s sake, smack me on the ass when we get to the curb. My neighbors think I have a social life and I want to keep it that way.”
He called me the next evening, as I was cleaning up from dinner. I literally dove to the far side of the table for the phone. “Brian? Hi. Did you miss me. No, not one bit. I haven’t thought about you since the drive home tonight. Um, truth is, the whole drive home.” I laughed. “I am so retarded. No, you don’t have to say it. Brian. No, I don’t need reassurance. You’re mine or will be soon enough.” I giggled. “You know it’s true. If you tried to leave, between how you feel and what I’d do, we’d wind up back together. You are very literally with me whether you want to be or not, Baby. And, yes, I know it turns you on.”
“You’re sure of yourself, Mistress.”
“Don’t be ashamed. Mohummed fell madly in love with his second wife and so stabbed her to death in order to reestablish his free-will. But I want to hear you hide behind an actual lie before I prove it to you.”
“I have my free-will.”
“Hang up, then. You need a spanking.” I dropped the phone and pulled out a bottle of Vodka. Two hours later, I called Brian in tears. His voicemail.. The callous bastard. “I’m glad I got this and not you. I can’t talk to you right now. I’m afraid of what I might say. Let me just say I love you and I will forgive you, but I need some space. Please don’t try to contact me before dark on Friday.”
Through the reminder of the week, I received a series of increasingly frantic emails at my work address and a few hangup calls that would leave me just enough time to get a sentence in: “Please don’t be a child.”
When the phone rang with the black sky on Friday, I answered in a panic. “I was so worried I’d lose you. I was petrified each time you called. I knew I needed to say the right thing to keep you calm.”
“No, you couldn’t have.”
“You could have found someone else.”
“Do you hate me?”
“Does it even matter to you?”
“God, yes. Nothing makes sense without you.”
“Oh, you get points for that. Now tell me I’m pretty.”
“You are truth and truth, you. That is all I know and all I needs know.”
“Good enough, by far. I never considered truth to be the thing of ultimate value.”
“Beauty is Fate and Fate beauty. That is all I know and all I needs now.”
“Isn’t this Yeats or something?”
“Huxley.”
“Prick.”
“When the doors of perception are cleansed, Fate’s beauty shall appear to be as it truly is: infinite.”
“Alright, now that is Huxley. Stop this. Tell me how much you want to fuck.”
“Please don’t me beg, whine, and weep.”
“I didn’t say it would happen.”
“I’d do all three, just talking about it.”
“If it weren’t for the age thing, I’d say, that in my heart of hearts, you’re the sort of person I feel I should be with.”
“One last thing. Do you have free-will?”
Brian’s hysterical laughter rang out for over a minute.
“Get over here.”
“Tell me how much you want to fuck.”
“I want your mouth latched to my breast,” I said in a detached tone of voice. “And your hard dick screwing my thigh. And then your hot cum splashing against it while you whimper like the dog you are. Then I want to gorge your throat on my dick. I want you to play with yourself while I slowly slide over your windpipe and down your gullet again and again. Then I want you to fuck me. Do you think you could do that for me, Baby? Then I want to lie on my stomach with my legs in a V and have you fuck my ass. I want it to be like heroin to you. And I want you to think that every time you shoot it up with your dick.” I paused. “Okay, that last one was a bit much.”
His voice was sad and troubled. “Fate, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m three months into my second year of college and I’m afraid I’ll lose everything. Absolutely fucking everything.”
“You won’t lose me, Brian. I’ll catch you. Let’s go out. There’s a place just down the street. The Fifty-One-Fifty. Give me a bit to get done up. Better yet, I’ll meet you there. It’s a block and a half down Dauphin on the right. I’ll be an hour so you don’t have to leave right away. I have a fun surprise. You will carry the memory to your grave.”
“I’m only nineteen.”
“They’ll serve you. Don’t worry. I could get you out of a DUI after 12:30am.
“Dauphin is?”
“Same side as the curb. Right at the first light.”
I meticulously did myself up supermodel beautiful. Caramel leather leggings and a light sweater. At the club, I sat next to him at the bar and we immediately fell to necking passionately. My hand moved from his thigh to cover his erection. When we broke our embrace, all eyes were on us. It was as though everything had ground to a halt. The bartender wasn’t making drinks, the pool shooters were standing with ques in hand. And no one was talking.
“It’s okay, folks. He’s legal.” I was used to it. Brian’s eyes were full of wonderment, like he was truly noticed for the first time in his life. I felt like I was made of gold. I hung on him all night, stealing kisses when I could, encouraging him to smack my ass till the sound of it rang out across the bar. “Blowjob. Now,” I said to him and led him into the bathroom for him to suck my dick. He took his time and I didn’t force him, just let hm suck at the head of my pens while I jerked it off. “You are so a dream come true,” I squealed. Brian planted one last sucking kiss on my dick crown. I continued to masturbate as he looked up at me with love in his eyes. When I shot all over his face, I ran to the sink and spit water loudly onto the floor then slapped my face hard, “You pig!!!” I screamed and stormed out of the bathroom, Brian in tow. “Mommy does not eat your god damned cum!!” I cried about the music.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” he said in a silly, drunk voice.
I spun and again time froze. I began to lick my semen off Brian’s young, handsome face , tongue extended and arched, using only the tip while he cupped my ass. I shrugged with a smile. “I guess I just can’t stay mad at you.”
We returned to our stools and found two drinks waiting for us. “Oh the house,” the manager called. “That can turn into cash and a lot of it.”
I reached out and pulled a cigarette from his pack.
“Is eight a good time?”
He nodded.
“It won’t be legal.”
“I don’t have a topless license.”
“It might be legal in Cuba.”
“He your partner?”
“Group act.”
“Thirty-five hundred.”
“I can turn that in one trick. Ten thousand. Ten thousand once, Friday at eight, and I’ll call back two weeks from Monday to see if you want us again.” I lit my cigarette, took a drag, took a pull from my drink then exhaled my smoke and winked at him.
He smiled in a way that indicated, bar proprietor or not, he wasn’t stupid. “Deal. And no one gets within a dozen feet of you while you do your thing. What should I tell them, you think?”
“Yeah, that sort of thing just happens here. Say I want to come back but I’m a prissy prima donna and want to feel desired, so you need some heads.”
“You’re okay with that? It’s our official story.”
“It’s also fucking true, but I’m not going to give away what I can sell. Oh, and there won’t be any of that theatrical moaning. I’m a natural screamer and Brian’s a really good fuck.”
The bartender eyes me askance. “Is there anything I need to know?”
“May I step behind the bar a moment?”
Please stop moment in my narrative and examine your zipper to see if it has a YK emblazoned on it. That’s my family’s business. I told wealthy Mommy all about Brian and she demanded to meet him as I knew she would, to have an austere, formal introduction. I bought Brian a suit. He wouldn’t compromise on the ear jewelry though. I greeted Brian in the hall way, wisheh him luck, assuring him Mommy’s opinion of him mattered less than mine of his behavior. Lorainne, Mommy received him in library. I stood silently in the corner with my hands folded behind my back. I had warned Brian against theatrics, that he should not kiss her hand at so informal a meeting, that a gentle handshake was appropriate.
“So I understand you’re only nineteen,” Mommy opened with.
“That should give Fate an outlet for her need to nurture and make her nothing but a good influence on me.”
“And her?”
“Perhaps she’ll find me dependable.” Mommy smiled. “I confess I am something of a project. I have no sense of identity, for instance. Fate’s desires will form my sense of identity.”
“I don’t follow, young man.”
“I will fill all her desires and not expect reciprocation. I will do this by not seeing significance in any of her desires, as though each were on par with emptying a dishwasher. Then it simply becomes part of my day, ensuring she has what she wants, and part of who I am.”
“And, tell me so I worry less, are you honest with her about who you are?”
“Yes, I’ve never found such safety, such strength in being so fully understood.”
I tapped at the paneling. “I’d like to have him with me for a moment.”
“He’s a snake. You’re aware, I trust?”
“Yes, Mommy. Quite. But I want him like no other.”
“She knew when she picked me up,” he grinned.
“And I’m not afraid.” I crossed the room and kissed Brian somewhat passionately.
“Would you like to grope her breasts?”
“I’m too smart to.”
“Mommy, you always said this is what you wanted for me. To be caught up and blown by the wind, to dance in the rain. To drink life from a fountain that’s pouring like an avalanche, coming down the mountain.”
“Dear, surely I had been drinking. And how do we know what he really wants from you?”
“Have you seen your daughter’s penis, Lorraine?”
I eased back and put all my weight on the top of Brian’s foot through my stiletto heel.
“Her breasts are indeed lovely, but only God can make a tree.”
“Salvage this,” I squeaked.
“I’m falling in love with your daughter, Lorraine. Why? I won’t bore you with what you already know. It just manifests itself differently with me. I’m nineteen. I’ve only ever known infatuation. As a lark, Fate proved to me I couldn’t leave her if I tried and I find myself grateful for the lesson because it shows me how important she is to me and makes me mind the still-present delicacy in our budding love. In short, I love her because it is in fact part of who I am though I had no way of knowing. I am the young man, the child, who loves your daughter. It is one of the things that defines me.”
Lorraine smiled, amused. “Kyrie eleison. I’ll be on the other side of the house.”
“Lord save us,” I supplied for Brian once Lorraine was gone. “The billiards room is on the other side of the house,” I said to Brain to explain. “Mommy kept my bedroom after I left for college. It was redone when I was fourteen to double as another bedroom, so the bed is a cherry fourposter. Things like that,” I told him, every bit as though it were a meaningless aside.
“I want the tour.”
“The guide gets Sundays off. But I believe I can still find my bedroom, Mr. Dense Asshole. I can’t believe you did that.”
“I will spend as long making it up to you as you allow me to.”
“And when did you become Satan?”
“Baby, you just don’t like that I mean it.” His voice left room for the statement to be dry humor.
My asshole was rippling and clenching like I were developing a spastic colon and the head of my dick felt like it had been caught in a cow milker. “Follow.” I tore off my shoes and left them with most of my clothes along the hallway that led to my bedroom.
“Wait. Please.” I stopped with my hand upon the doorknob, left foot arched. Brian knelt and placed a long, sucking kiss on my ass cheek. “Just in case there won’t be another chance.”
I reclined across the bed, facing him.. “How do you feel about those PVC sissy dresses with the padlocks?”
He smacked my ass lightly a few times and I rolled over onto all fours. We were fucking so fucking much that lube was rarely an issue for long. I groaned and gurgled as he speared my needy ass with his platinum dick. A moment later, as he took me, I whimpered words I didn’t understand.
“Baby. Love. Oh my. Your ass. Tell me its real.”
“You’re Baby,” I screeched. “Your Mistress’s ass is God real.
“Perfection,” he said simply and grasped my waist and began pulling me back on him like I were a ragdoll. I tried to slap at his hand but that only met with an increasingly violent rhythm. Nineteen-year-olds. I gave up before he dd and he used me as an object of sexual gratification while I pleaded for reassurance that I was tight enough. My hyper-sensitive shitter played with his dick while he fucked it, spasms, squeezes, pulses, clenches. It had so many ways of rewarding him. I wanted to cum on him when he pulled out. I motioned him to stay near the side of the bed and rose on spread knees, rubbing my girl clit. My mouth twitched, my eyes bulged imploringly, I gasped, but made no real sound until I softly whined, “I’m yours” and shot cum over his stomach and chest.
“You sure like cumming on me.”
I giggled and fell back on the bed.
