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Trust

Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

&#034Between, inside, together,&#034 she said, her voice changing to a moan, and then she all but shouted into my ear, &#034Oh, God!&#034 and ground her hips against mine, in a circular motion, our pubic bones grinding one another -- with a bit of her soft flesh caught between -- and she broke into sobs. My eyes snapped open, and I tried to say something, to reassure her somehow. But I just whimpered again instead. And she didn't *need* comfort. That was her third orgasm, I realized, a little awed. Frightened, too. I mean, maybe it was just the long drought, though I'd heard that she had had a couple boyfriends after we broke up, but she was more responsive, more uninhibited, more outrageously sexy than I had ever seen her. It turned me on unbelievably, but she *wouldn't* let me finish. She pushed herself up onto her elbows -- my elbows, actually -- and a couple tears fell onto my face. She bit her lip, fighting for control, and then opened her eyes. Lowered herself again, slowly, and moving again, this time in a way that provided friction for me. My eyes snapped shut, as I realized just how close I was. She kissed the corner of my eye, and I realized that I'd been crying too, as she murmured, &#034You cried together as the waves swept over, pulsing through the walls of flesh, so that they closed over the magician's wand, stroking, kneading... needing.&#034 I heard the difference in the words. Don't ask me how. Sexual telepathy, maybe. Her voice was tight and shaking. ... &#034And then they begin to move together, p-perfectly m-matched, and reach th- the... Oh, God! Feel it! P-penetrating, penetrated, inside, within... together! Together!&#034 I thought that I was dying. I didn't care. I was released, and found release. Or, vulgarly, I came, and so did she. I think she started crying again. I can't say for sure, because I passed out. Not for long, but when I woke up, she was cradling me in her arms, and moving against me again, sobbing. Using the twisting bump-and-grind that kept me from moving inside her, much, while she reached another orgasm. And another. I'm not sixteen, though, and once a night is about all I'm good for, so the, umm, 'magician's wand' was shrinking. She finally relaxed a little, her sobs dying out. I was, I realized a bit fuzzily, exhausted. Completely satiated, from the most intensely erotic bout of love-making I could remember. I had drifted half into dream land, with vague dreams of a finger tracing the outline of my lips through a pair of thin, lacy panties, when Nancy bestirred herself. Moving as swiftly as before, she sat up, and I slithered all the way out, feeling another little trickle. &#034Hey, sweetie,&#034 she whispered, her voice trembling. &#034Wake up a minute. &#034If we don't take our makeup off now, we'll look like raccoons in the morning.&#034 I was going to object that I didn't care, but she had moved again, and was pulling my panties back up. Rather than argue, I let her push me toward the bathroom, and ...