“Don’t hide from me.” Brandon said, his hands slowing when they reached their destination, and gripping the naked fat of my backside. “I’m scared.” I confessed with a whisper, looking at Brandon as a curtain of strawberry-blonde hair fell over my Brunette forehead, and concealed one coy eye. “Did you just do that on purpose?” Brandon asked. “No, why?” “It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Brandon’s voice was thick, and his gripping deepthroat hands squeezed me until his fingers were lost in the pliable meat. A current of sensation ran up my spine, and I felt the new arousal of my body surge forward. My petals flushed and dripped, my clitoris engorged, my insides ached and saturated with need. Without thinking, I raised myself by the knees, stretching back, my belly striating with the subtle outline of muscles, my breasts shadowing them generously. I hovered my virgin crease over him, and felt pussy eating his rigid heat brush the wet folds of me. Electric signals ran traffic through my body, making me quiver from head to toe from just the slightest touch. “You bastard.” I moaned down at him. “Do you like it?” Brandon pretty grinned guiltily up at me, “I added a couple extra billion nerves to… certain parts of you.” “I’m custom-made just for you, huh?” I laughed breathily, my anxiety ratcheting cute with my want, my heart thundering against my breastbone. “You are,” Brandon guided me forward, his tip parting my petals, “which is why it won’t hurt, Angela. You don’t have to be afraid.” “I’m not scared of pain; I like pain.” I whispered, “I’m terrified that it won’t change anything.” I brought my hand forward, and watched as my ethereal fingers exited the physical ones with ease. I was wearing this body, and if I didn’t bind to it, it would fall away from me like cheap clothing. “I don’t know how any of this shit works, but I know what I feel.” Brandon said softly, “All I can do is hope that you feel the same.” I reached back, and placed my hands atop his. Fred does a great job at getting us back to the Chateau for the evening. groaning and moaning. But Sharon always calls it 'diddling herself.' Isobel looks quite menacing, taser in one hand, Cindy's phone in the other. Then he felt something pressing against his ass again. I rush out of the gym to catch pussy eating up to her, but by the time I spot her, she’s entering class. “Many”. I was quick to blame Johnny for the whole sordid episode but...but was Cindy as "Innocent" deepthroat as I'd thought? Oh, Freya had taken her ‘skirt’ off as Brunette soon as we’d got back. Afterwards, nature called and she made her way to pretty the bathroom. He started the car and drove back to the airport. I want to feel that pussy writhing about my dick!” For a moment Zoe thought Tom was talking to her, but then Chloe hopped up and dove into Sansa’s spread legs. Later, I received a phone call from UCLA. Philip nodded as he approached. As cute I laid my cock on top of her, revealing its massive length up against her small frame, her eyes bulged. I giggled, "Nah, I'll use yours. “We did have many first, didn’t we?