Galya. — Yes Yes. You take turns, then one then the other caress yourself, and I have to listen to it.
Inna passed, but it didn’t work out very well. Rita began to prompt and show her. Got better. I showed Inna her first and last video. It was heaven and earth.
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What a long tongue you have, she wondered.
After sweet hours with the actors of the musical, there was still no one there. I felt an acute attack of lust and began to recklessly wave. Olezhek pulled off on me to the fullest. There was some tiny discomfort, I realized that one more dick was missing — in a free hole. Putting my finger in there, I felt through a thin membrane how a hard dick walks in my rectum.
I’ll start by saying that I’m a young cute looking guy, a timid student, almost a sissy, but since I’m in a relationship with my mom, this is what I wanted) I talked about my world in detail in another story, but in short — the world where I live is filled with futanari and girls. Men are a rarity, therefore they are highly valued and well looked after. Sex is a publicly accepted spectacle, there is no censorship in advertising and culture. Restaurants and food are closely integrated with female sperm and sex. Incest is normal and encouraged as part of parenting. I also talk about this in my other stories. In this… I will start revealing my intimate life with my futanari mom.
Well, how do you like my boyfriend’s taste? asked Natasha, a friend who had already licked the guy’s cock clean.
I slowly, very vaguely remembered what it was. It was excruciatingly difficult to start thinking like a person again and to perceive the world around us not as a whole, but with the senses — touch, sight, hearing. The first question that came to my mind was «Who am I?». All this absorbed me so much that I still did not pay any attention to the fact that I was in complete darkness and as if in a void. Without knowing why, I waved my hand, cutting her emptiness. The next moment I felt support under my feet. It would be more correct to say that I just suddenly realized that there was a floor under my feet and I obey my awareness, it instantly became so, although a moment ago there was no floor. The floor was… cold. Yes, cold. It was not the most pleasant sensation and I took a step forward, succumbing to an incomprehensible intuition. Somehow I knew that I had to step forward. My bare foot felt the soft, warm pile of the carpet underneath. It was still dark all around. As soon as I turned my attention to it, the darkness suddenly became not as absolute as before. It began to draw indistinct outlines of something. Along with this, a new feeling came. Strange, but for some reason I felt safe. I sat down on the soft, warm carpet and breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps for the first time in my life. Little by little, still vaguely, at the level of sensations, I remembered what it was like to be in a physical body. Putting my hand on the carpet, I ran my hand over it. It was a familiar feeling, I had already done this a long time ago, in a past life. But something was different now, although I couldn’t figure out what it was… I ran my hand over the carpet again, trying to figure out what should be different. Again I felt the friction of my hand on the soft pile of the carpet, the pads of my fingers and … and something else, unusual. Not only the palm and fingers were rubbing against the carpet, but also something else. Oh yes, those are probably my nails, but they seem to be much longer than they should be.