“They can sometimes,” I replied, “they grip my junk and my ass cheeks so snugly, that I can even get turned on by just walking around and feeling them move with me as I do so.”
“Do you imagine being a girl?” he asked, and I was petrified on how to respond to him. I had two fingers inside of me, and began grinding on them as he pushed them in and out of my quivering hole. I had no sisters, but I had a very attractive mom who dressed as girly as a woman possibly could. As I was licking and kissing on Brad’s cock, I began to realize what the driving force behind my fantasizing about being a girl and being with a guy really was. I felt his hips thrusting into my face, then I felt another finger going inside of me. At that moment, I felt his delicious cock start to harden again, and knew my plan was working….
