And I had—diligently. Blowjob sex I needed Brandon to do it. Not mine—my orgasm wasn’t so much a “moment” as it was a stream: the second his beautiful big cock-head parted my pussy lips, I started cumming, and it didn’t finish until he did. The last remaining vestiges of my conscious mind tried to put their head in and stop me, but it was too easy to convince them otherwise. “We shouldn’t be doing thiiis…”
My tongue swished around his hardness with glee, and I could feel him shudder as he lost control. His need drove him—all the hormones of being a teenager, amplified by his transformation. Even after his first six orgasms of the day, it was a torrent, a veritable tidal wave of semen. I needed Brandon to do it. It was so wrong, and it made me so wet. I’ve never even thought of taking a man in my ass before, but after he’d fucked my pussy twice, Brandon flipped me over and took me from
