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The heat of it radiated onto the flat of my pelvis from an inch away, and the tip was weeping with his desire. I knew he was big, I’d seen him before, but with it right in front of me, and staring me in the eye, I realized just girlfriend how impressive he was. I had prepared a funny line to say in this exact situation, but I… I just… I just couldn’t remember it… “Angela Sorenson, rendered speechless.” Brandon chuckled softly, “How flattering.” “I guess my dirty-talk wasn’t so bad after all.” I managed, trying to hide my growing anxiety. “There’s nothing you could say that wouldn’t make me want you.” Brandon said, his hands sliding up my thighs, “It just has to be you who says it.” “That was almost smooth, Brandon.” “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 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 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 adorable 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 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 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 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 pussy 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 Cuckold hands atop his. I brought them forward, and linked amateur fingers with him. The twins sat up and put on their robes. I apologize in advance as this chapter will be very long and the sex portion doesn’t come until much later on, but this chapter is much more than about sex. I swallowed. Again she moaned adorable amateur softly as I entered her. But what? The screaming excited Dave into a frenzy as brutally fucked her cunt. "Wow you really have trained it well. I bet you have soaked panties now.” Zanyia's purring stopped. That much change would surely give rise to many questions. The 2 men got up and followed them; I heard one of them say, I noticed you checkin’ out pussy my balls too.” She laughed then girlfriend wiped the hand over my mouth, smearing cum across my face, "shame to waste ya?" “Let’s do number two.” Turning I led the guards back to the cell doors and opened Cuckold the peephole on the second cell.