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Russian Shemales 4: This Time, It's Personal

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

whoever they are, although the crier does not seem to be calling for help. And then, Josef freezes, and looks up at the ceiling. I think maybe he too has heard the crier, but he gives no sign before he collapses onto me. And he is breathing hard and I am breathing hard. Harder now that his weight is fully upon me. And I feel a different warmth envelop me, a peace like I have not known before. I am embraced by a feeling of tenderness and I want to stay here, beneath Josef, forever. He is motionless, except for his breathing. I strum my fingers across this back and through his hair, and this stirs him. He rolls off me, shocking me back into the world as his penis is ripped from my hole. He walks into the bathroom without a word and I hear the faucet running. I am realizing I am smiling and staring at the ceiling, slowly rocking from side to side, waiting for my lover to return to fuck me again. When Josef returns, he has a scowl on his handsome face. "You'd better get going. I have a flight in the morning. There should be a taxi outside." And he stands there, naked, but almost threatening. And I am scared. I go to the door and open it. "Wait!" he says. He is holding my purse and my underwear in his hand. He tosses me the purse, but holds the panties. "I'll keep these as a souvenir." In the hallway, I catch my breath. It is moment before I ... realize Svetlana is standing there. It is another moment, before I realize her hair is messed up, and her lipstick is too. And in a few seconds, I realize mine is too, probably. We stare at each other for moment, before her goofy grin explodes. As I stand there, I feel something wet, trickling down my leg. And I smile back at her as I know what it is. We walk, arm in arm, hips swaying, to the elevator. Oh, yes. I can do this. **EPILOGUE** This story is from about a year ago. My translator insisted I tell you what transpired since then. I am learning English. And German. And some Arabic. Svetlana is learning French and we teach each other some words. We both continue to model for Mr. Aronoff, only the photos became more graphic with actual sex. And then he moved us into video. And continued to meet men for him. As he called it, "e****ting". Only it does not last with Svetlana. The silly girl falls in love with a man about a month later, and moves with him to an island off the coast of Spain. She takes hormones to become more of a woman for him, and is happy. He is a nice old man, and I am happy for her. I go visit once a year. Sometimes we still "practice", but not often. I am e****ting more and more and photographing less and less, because the money is better and I must repay Mr. Aronoff for the breast implants. And because I like to fuck.