You said you have no fluids so you don’t sweat or bleed or produce semen, but … how does you cock swell if not for blood flowing into it?”
A puzzled look covers his face. They fucked me well into the night. My damaged knuckles are my story. “You did protect me. Maybe nothing would have been different if I hadn’t. I said we would protect you …”
I put my arms out and they came to me. I was outside on the far side of the house digging in a new bed of flowers. It took only a moment for one of the boys to crawl between my legs and sink his cock into my pussy. I have bandages on my cheek, lip, and my knuckles are wrapped. My mind is racing for a likely story but despite my imagination nothing sounds plausible to me. At the same time, he is a lover who deliciously arouses me and satisfies me, he now is causing a feeling that I am a mother trying to calm an overly excited youngster
