Boys will be Girls

Something in the image didn't compute. For a moment he let it go, his loins on fire with excitement. He'd never fucked a tighter ass! Then it suddenly dawned on him what he was looking at! The fingers lifted higher, the silk triangle sliding fully to one side. Marilyn was stroking a cock, a man's cock! Jack's hips suddenly froze but the sensations building in his loins simply could not be stopped. With a groan his cock erupted in the tight grip of this creature's ass. He clutched Marilyn's waist to steady himself, his eyes still fixed to the perfectly normal cock between Marilyn's pumping fingers. Suddenly that organ erupted as well, spewing white juices against the mirror. He watched the cum run down the glass, knowing his own juices were running past his slowly softening organ. Then his eyes met Marilyn's gaze in the mirror. She winked.

"Thanks for the memory lover boy." The tight ass clenched around his cock as she spoke. His eyes lowered to those breasts he'd been ogling all night, his mind still warped completely out of shape. He released her waist and stepped back, his cock popping free from the grip of that delightful ass. He staggered back to the sofa, falling onto the cushions, still staring toward Marilyn, who was slowly turning to face him. She stood obscenely still, the vision of feminine beauty but with a still substantial male organ thrusting from the side of her silk panties.

"Welcome to San Francisco, lover."