My first shemale

“Then you’ve been told wrong,” I assured her. “You look red hot, and besides, I don’t want size; I want you. You have no idea how horny I am for you.” That delighted her and she ran her fingertips along my cheek. “So you like?” I looked up at her. “Insanely.” She let her head fall back into the pillow. “You’re sweet.” she murmured. ” I’m glad you’re happy with what you see.”

Enough talk. My conquest of her body body was underway. I pressed my mouth into the soft cleft between her testicles, nuzzled and sucked. I didn’t know what they were supposed to smell like, but these were nothing like I might have imagined. I was sure I caught the hint of vanilla. She must have used some kind of lotion I thought.

First the left, then the right one disappeared into my mouth; then I bounced each of these little dainties on the tip of my tongue. I devoted myself to them. When I glanced up at her head she had her eyes closed; one hand kneaded a breast under her her baby doll, the other over her head. I’ve been around but I’ve never seen such sexiness in anyone I’ve slept with. Ever.

From her little darlings I tongued my way up the shaft of her cute little cock, pointing proudly to the ceiling. Licking, nibbling, kissing, I arrived at her bulbous and purple helmet. I pulled back her foreskin, stuck out the tip of my tongue and tasted the first bit of pre cum. Wet of course, and the hint of salt, but not the way I expected, the way I read about.

As I’d seen in pron movies I let my tongue swird around her delight. I must have been doing it right for she whimpered as her cockhead grew more purple in color. At last I brought my lips closer, opened them and slid the head into my mouth. “Ouch, ouch, ouch,” she squealed and opened her eyes. “Suck with your mouth, love, not your teeth.”

“Oops, sorry,” I whispered and kissed the offended member.