1. Russian Shemales 4: This Time, It's Personal


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Sex Humor, Shemales, Author: TransContinental, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    my breathing slows. Then he pushes a little, and I can feel my ass closing around the mushroom head, not unlike the way my lips expanded to take in Svetlana's dick and then closed around the shaft. And then he pushes a little more, and goes a little deeper. And a little more and a little deeper. And more and deeper. And more and deeper. And I am filled with a sense of warmth that starts deep in my belly like drinking the world's best vodka in a cozy tavern after standing on the steppes in the winter. Only this is better. Much better. And then, I feel two things: his pubic bone against the space behind my balls. And the tip of his dick touching the most sensitive part of my insides, somewhere I did not know existed. And I cry out. In a good way. And the room seems to spin, and I am no longer aware of anything except that spot inside me. I do not notice the weight from the earrings pulling on my ears, or the weight of his body pushing me into the bed. I do not notice the feel of his hairy legs against my hairless legs, or the stubble of his face on my neck. I do not notice the smell of perfume and hairspray, or the alcohol on his breath. Or the sound of the soft taffeta of my dress. I do not feel my hands gripping the muscles on his back or my own cock rubbing against his belly. All I can sense is the pleasure button that was hidden inside me. And the pleasure is becoming overwhelming, threatening to kill me it would seem. I feel as though a little death is about to envelope ...
    me, and I cry out. And the finger that is inside me, the thick, veiny finger pushing my pleasure button stops pushing, and I can breath again. And I feel that finger withdrawing, rushing slowly, with my body trying to grab it and stop it from leaving, the feel of a thousand million cells desperately grasping at him. Then, I am aware of a cold wetness on my belly. He lifts himself onto his arms and looks down, as he feels it too. Then, he looks up and smiles at me. "You are too loud. And I am not done." I do not know what this means! I did not know I made noise and, oh! He is not done, but he must think I am. For I know what the cold wetness is. "I am sorry. I will be quieter, for I hope you are not done!" I say in tattered breaths. I now know I am breathing hard and have started to sweat! And then he pushes back inside, and the finger is on the pleasure button again, but not for long. It pulls back and my body again tries to stop it. But, I don't have to as he pushes forward again, and back. And forward again. And back. And each push forward is a tease on my button. And each withdrawl is a desperate grab to keep him in me. And so it goes, faster and faster and faster and I cannot breathe. And he asks me a question, and I cannot understand what he is asking because my world is topsy-turvy, upside down and all I can begin to say is "do not stop". And he is going faster and faster, and I am aware of someone, somewhere in the hotel giving a cry of torture, and I hope they are okay ...
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