****** Ecstasy through Agony by Barbara Satin ******
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Ecstasy through Agony


The thought of going out for the evening as a woman was exciting to Barbara
Satin. It would be the first time she had ever tried to pass in public. It was
scary but the idea of doing it with a group of people made the danger less
ominous.

She dressed carefully for the evening. She wanted to emphasize her best points
yet not be too outlandish in the way she presented herself. She finished her
makeup, donned her long blond wig and then turned to her closet. She withdrew
the white silk dress. She knew it would display her legs to their best
advantage. People always commented on Barbara's long, shapely legs. She
received great satisfaction from knowing that she was sought after and envied
for the look of her long limbs. She wanted everyone to be aware of them
tonight.

She pulled on the dress and buttoned it, then paraded in front of the full-
length mirror to watch how the dress opened when she walked, revealing her
nylon-clad legs and just a glimpse of her thighs. She could feel herself
beginning to be turned on by the vision of loveliness that reflected from her
mirror.

"I hope I meet someone tonight who'll want to spend the evening with me," she
murmured to herself as she pulled on her shiny white vinyl raincoat. She picked
up her purse and left the hotel room for the meeting.

The meeting of transvestites had been fun. The girls had spent plenty of time
talking about their interests in clothes and makeup, sharing tips for enhancing
their feminine image. Some of the twenty women assembled for the session were
great role models.

They were truly able to pass as women in both looks and gestures. They were not
spectacular beauties but wore their femininity with great grace and style.
Barbara was proud to be in the same room with them.

As planned, when the group broke up Barbara found herself with three other TVs
heading for a bar on the city's near Northside. They had been told that they
would be well accepted there and could dance and enjoy themselves until two in
the morning.

The evening was a great success. Barbara knew she was a good dancer but she had
never had the opportunity to show off her skills in front of others. And she
had never been able to do it dressed and feeling like a woman. Throughout the
evening she was constantly on the dance floor, letting her body mesh with the
demanding beat of the music. She danced with each of the other TVs, Michelle,
Maggie and Kathy.

She knew that she was being watched by many people and sensed that her long
legs, constantly flashing into view through the front opening of her dress,
were beginning to arouse strong emotions in some of the spectators.

Suddenly, the beat of the music changed and Barbara realized they were nearing
the end of the evening. The slow music was reserved for lovers to dance to.
Barbara began to walk slowly back to her table when a gentle hand touched her
shoulder and a soft voice said, "I want to dance with you."

Barbara turned in surprise and found herself looking into Kathy's deep dark
eyes. The black-haired transvestite was dressed in a black satin suit, with
rhinestone buttons. She wore no blouse under the suit jacket but Barbara could
see the gleam of a black patent leather bra covering her well-formed breasts.

She moved into Kathy's arms and the two of them danced across the floor. As the
music continued its slow plaintive wail, Barbara could feel Kathy's hands
firmly pressing on her back, then they began to slowly move down until they
rested on Barbara's buttocks. Kathy pressed her stomach against Barbara and
then her hands began to mold and kneed the cheeks of Barbara's ass. The
feelings that Barbara was experiencing were emotions she had never felt before.

She looked quietly at Kathy and then impulsively pressed her lips against the
other woman's mouth. Barbara knew that her overwhelming passion was to be loved
by this dark, powerful she-male. The music ended abruptly. As the two women
stepped apart, Kathy continued to hold on to Kathy. "I want you to sit in back
with me on the ride to the hotel," she whispered. Barbara realized it was not a
request but a demand. She blushed and then nodded in agreement. Barbara went
back to the table, picked up her purse and pulled her white vinyl coat tightly
around her body. She trembled at the prospects of the evening yet ahead.

When Barbara got into the backseat of the car she slid over and snuggled next
to Kathy. It was gesture meant to show her thanks for the thrill and excitement
of their last dance together. Kathy put her arm around Barbara's shoulder and
drew her closer but she did nothing as Michelle pulled the car onto the highway
and headed back to the hotel. Michelle reached over and turned on the radio and
the interior of the car was filled with soft, dreamy music.

At that point Kathy stirred and turned to Barbara. She smiled then bent her
head and brought her lips to Barbara's cheek. She kissed her gently, first on
the cheek, then the ear, across the forehead, on the eyes, then back to the
cheek. Finally, she reached her hand to Barbara's face and turned it. In the
dim light from the passing cars, Barbara could see Kathy lick her full red lips
then move them softly against Barbara's.

The kiss was long and gentle. Barbara was filled with the glory of the moment.
The sweet musky smell of perfumes filled her nostrils, she felt the creamy
texture of Kathy's lipstick and heard her soft breathing.

Barbara was a woman being loved and to her that idea was an intense
aphrodisiac. She felt her insides begin to tingle and melt; a firm pressure
building deep in her body.

The kiss continued, only now gentleness was replaced with firmness and
aggression. Kathy began to search Barbara's closed lips with her tongue,
looking for a way to wedge an opening. Barbara sighed and parted her lips to
allow the entrance of the probing tongue. The feeling was both peaceful and
intense. She found herself slowly responding to Kathy's oral ministrations. She
sucked in and pulled the she-male's tongue deeper into her mouth, then used her
own tongue to stroke and caress Kathy's moist appendage.

Kathy pushed Barbara back against the car seat, trapping her. She began to run
her hands across the other woman's body. Like the kiss, she started gently at
first then her actions built in tempo and pressure. Her fingers ran across the
front of Barbara's shiny coat; found the buttons and began to undo them. She
opened the coat and started to rub her hands across the front of Barbara's
dress, fondling and caressing her breasts and then moving down to her waist.

Again the fingers searched for buttons, this time finding the fasteners for the
white silk coat dress. Barbara tried to object as the buttons were slipped
through the material and Kathy spread the gown wide. Under coatdress Barbara
wore only a white satin bra, white satin panties and white panty hose. She
shivered, her body reacting both to the sudden coolness of the night air and
the excitement of what was happening to her, undressed and vulnerable in the
backseat of a car.

Kathy kept her lips on Barbara's mouth, the pressure of her tongue a constant
reminder of what was happening to the two of them. Kathy pushed the other woman
back against the seat and then wrestled her body flat against the leather
cushions.

Kathy lay down on top of her, the black satin of her suit cool and slippery
against Barbara's nearly naked flesh.

Slowly Kathy began to kiss and caress Barbara, her tongue licking and lapping
at her soft skin, first her throat, then the shoulders, the tongue following
the satin strap of her bra before coming to rest on the gleaming white mound of
her satin-covered breast.

After minutes spent in adoring and bathing Barbara's breasts, the tongue moved
on, down the soft flesh of her chest, stopping to explore the deep cleft of her
navel, then down further until it reached the warm juncture of her groin. The
tongue stopped its probing and Kathy's lips took over, searching for the
instrument of fulfillment which was covered by white satin panties and
encompassed within white nylon pantyhose.

Kathy's hand probed beneath the waistband of the panties and drew them down
then pulled at the tight elastic of the pantyhose until it found an opening.
She reached inside the nylon cocoon and Barbara felt the she-male's fingers
close around the thick, aroused shaft of her penis. Barbara was seized by
sexual emotion and moaned loudly, the sudden agonizing sound causing the two
front seat passengers to look back at the frenzied scene.

"Pay attention to your driving and leave us alone," Kathy hissed at the two
women. They smiled and turned away. Kathy pulled the thick penis from its nylon
womb.

The long red nails of Kathy's fingers were captured in the headlight of a
passing car. They glistened as they slowly inched their way across the smooth
skin of Barbara's stomach and then disappeared below her thighs. Barbara could
feel their softness as they touched against the sides of her legs and then
moved back underneath her hips, searching for the cleft of her buttocks. Slowly
the fingers traced the anal entrance, lightly touching the puckered opening.
Then Kathy began to push her index finger in the anus, twisting and turning to
fit it into the tightened opening.

The movements of Kathy's hand were soon matched by the actions of her tongue
which began to bathe Barbara's thrusting cock with warm moistness. Each touch
of her lips sent shivers of ecstasy through Barbara's tortured body. Suddenly,
Kathy opened her lips wide and engulfed the turgid penis, swallowing it fully.
She began to lick and suck the shaft, pulling it in and out of her moist mouth.
The swollen mass grew redder and thicker, yearning for satisfaction. Meantime,
the probing finger was deep within her anus sending waves of pain mixed with
joy throughout Barbara's entire being.

Just as suddenly as she had started, Kathy released her lips and pulled her
finger away, smiling as she watched Barbara's silent, frantic plea for sexual
release.

As the car approached the front of the hotel, Kathy softly ordered Michelle to
park near the front entrance. As the woman pulled the car into a spot next to
the main door, Kathy returned her attention to the whimpering Barbara. She
reached down and again found the woman's hard penis, still straining with
excitement and moist with anticipation. She wrapped her fingers around the
organ and began once again to manipulate it, this time fast and rough.

"I'm going to rape you on your first date, Barbara," Kathy murmured. "I'm going
to do what I want with you and then leave you humiliated and embarrassed.
Doesn't that excite you, my dear?"

Barbara saw the car's dome light come on and heard the front doors open. She
glanced over to see Michelle and Maggie leaving. As both glanced back to survey
the sexual action in the back seat, she wondered what they thought about her
willingness - her eagerness - to submit to Kathy's domination. The look on
Michelle's face was one of envy, Barbara wondered which of them Michelle wanted
to be like.

Kathy moved forward and drove her tongue between Barbara's lips, slashing the
wet instrument back and forth within her mouth. At the same time she grasped
Barbara's penis tightly and pulled it down rubbing it firmly against her nylon
clad leg. Then she released it only to repeat the whole sensual process one
more time.

For Barbara there was nothing left but the ecstasy of release. She wanted to
scream but could only moan. She finally gave into the demands of her body and
found herself being propelled to a gigantic climax. Her body was flooded with
sensations which finally culminated with gigantic burst of sperm. As Kathy
released her hands and quickly took her lips away, Barbara spurted mounds of
thick semen all over the front of her pantyhose, drenching the white satin
panties.

As she slowly opened her eyes and began recovering from the excitement of her
orgasm, Barbara heard the car door open. Kathy stepped out. The dark haired
woman smoothed her black satin suit then reached back inside the car and drew
Barbara's coat and dress open wider.

"You're a mess, my love. Your makeup is smeared all over your face, your
clothes are a sight, there are lipstick stains on your dress, you've got cum
all over your legs and panties. I want everyone who walks by to see how a
beautiful slut like you looks when she's been fucked and violated." She laughed
as she walked away, leaving the car door open, the interior light casting a
soft glow on the backseat and illuminating Barbara's exposed and vulnerable
body.

A young couple walked by the car and glanced in, then tried to look away when
they saw Barbara laying across the backseat.

She watched their facial expressions - confusion mixed with sympathy - then
started to cry. She quickly realized she wasn't crying from embarrassment but
from happiness. She had now experienced what had until then only been her
fantasy. What had happened was the culmination of all her dreams. She had
become a woman. She knew she owed her fulfillment to Kathy's practiced hands
and lips.

She vowed that she would soon return the favor in her own special way. Kathy
would soon learn what it was like to be loved by Barbara Satin. As Barbara
Satin slowed regained her senses, she realized the overpowering emotions she
had just experienced.

Kathy's ruthless loving - her rape of Barbara - had left the transvestite weak
and defenseless, smeared with makeup and slowly congealing sperm and her
clothes draped open to expose her body to anyone passing by.

Yet, Barbara was truly happy. Content. She had been loved thoroughly and
physically by someone who had been aroused by her femininity. It was an answer
to the dreams and fantasies that had pursued her throughout her life. Now she
truly felt like a woman.

The only thing missing from Kathy's lovemaking had been penetration. Barbara
realized she had yet to experience the ecstasy of feeling another person's
penis swell and stiffen in sexual response to her looks, her smell and her
stimulating clothing, then accepting the thrusting power of that hardened
shaft, accommodating its slow penetration deep inside her body, enclosing it
tightly within herself and bringing it to a tumultuous climax.

That magnificent adventure was still missing from her life, but Barbara
realized that the way in which she would take her revenge on Kathy would also
provide her with the fulfillment of that dream.

Barbara buttoned her white silk dress, clutched the shiny white vinyl raincoat
around herself and slowly walked from the car.

Her body was sore from Kathy's passionate ministrations, her panties sticky and
wet from sperm. But she was more excited than she had ever been before in her
life. She walked through the lobby and took the elevator to her room. Inside,
she kicked off her shoes, dropped her clothes on the floor and walked into the
shower.

While the warm water soaked the smeared makeup and cum from her body, it
couldn't calm the excitement that coursed through her veins. She was alive and
eager for satisfaction...in her own special way.

When she finished toweling herself dry, she slipped into a long satin robe and
belted it tightly around her slender waist. She needed the sensual feeling of
the satin next to her skin to set the proper mood as she prepared her body for
its assault on Kathy.

Slowly she prepared her face, taking great pains with each part of the makeup
ritual; shaving, lotion, base, blush, powder, eyebrows and lashes, eyeshadow,
lipstick.

She looked into the mirror. The tingling sensation she felt deep within her
loins was answer enough to the question of whether she looked truly feminine.

When she first began dressing as a woman, her body responded differently than
it now did. In the past, she would have been hard pressed to keep from
ejaculating at the sight of her feminine self in the mirror. Now, the turn-on
was the same - no, even more intense - but the physical reaction was distinctly
different. No longer did her penis grow rigid and quickly race to the brink of
satisfaction; now she felt as if her whole body had become centered within her
groin. She felt a weakening within herself as though she were melting and her
whole being was flowing out onto the floor for the whole world to see.

Barbara turned and selected the wig she wanted for the night. She took a long
blond wig and turned it in her hands; it was gorgeous and very sexy but she
realized it wouldn't work for what she had planned. If things ended the way she
wanted, she would need a wig that would allow her freedom of action and
wouldn't get messed or displaced in the wake of the sexual activity that would
ensue. She took a shorter blond wig and fastened it securely on her head,
brushing up the tight curls so they fell tightly against her ears and real
hairline.

The effect was electrifying. Barbara stepped back and postured in front of the
full-length mirror, thrilled with the effect she had achieved for this woman in
pink satin staring back at her with a seductive smile on her face.

Barbara knew what else she was going to wear, so she turned quickly and
finished her work. The final touch was to cover her outfit with a coat. She
took the shiny black twin to the vinyl coat she had worn when she had been with
Kathy earlier. She realized the appropriateness of the choice. Kathy had taken
her "virginity" while Barbara was clothed all in white; now she would reek
revenge while dressed in sensuous black.

After an approving last glance in the hallway mirror, Barbara opened her room
door and stepped out into the hallway. The cool evening air felt good against
her warm body and she felt herself shiver in anticipation and desire as she
locked the door and walked down the hall towards Kathy's room.

Room 1219. She paused and took a deep breath before lightly tapping on the
door. There was no answer, so she rapped again slightly harder. She waited,
hoping that no one would come down the hall and find her in front of Kathy's
door.

She heard a slight rustling inside and then a soft voice on the other side of
the door whispered, "Who's there?"

"It's Barbara Satin, open up. I need to see you. Please." Barbara tried to keep
her voice plaintive so Kathy wouldn't feel threatened.

The door opened and Kathy motioned her to come inside the darkened room. As
Barbara entered she saw that Kathy was wearing men's pajamas and was no longer
wearing makeup or a wig. She was no longer powerful Kathy who earlier had
controlled and ravished Barbara. She was now just a man with all of the male
weaknesses. Barbara smiled at her good fortune.

"What do you want at this hour?" Kathy asked cautiously. She stood in front of
Barbara, blocking her ability to move farther into the room. Barbara put her
hand on Kathy's arm and softly said, "After what happened, I needed to be with
you for a few moments to talk about it." She smiled and pressed her hand more
firmly against the other's arm, then let her fingers slide upward nonchalantly
until they came to rest on Kathy's cheek. Then she released her hand and pushed
past the now-compliant Kathy.

Barbara moved to the only chair in the room. She knew that if Kathy now wanted
to sit she would have to sit on the bed and that was all part of the elaborate
plan she had worked out in her mind.

"Could I have a drink?" she asked.

"There's liquor on the table, help yourself," answered Kathy.

"Would you give me a scotch on the rocks, please," Barbara persisted softly.

Kathy looked at her for a moment, then turned and began fixing the drink. She
also filled a glass for herself.

"I'm winning," Barbara silently reflected "and Kathy doesn't even know there's
a battle going on. This is so wonderful."

"Thank you, I need this after all that happened tonight" she purred as Kathy
handed her the glass of dark gold liquid. She let her fingers rest on Kathy's
hand then squeezed gently and meaningfully.

"What do you mean," said Kathy. She stepped back, picked up her glass and sat
on the edge of the bed facing Barbara. She couldn't have picked the more
perfect position if Barbara had moved her there herself.

"Tonight was quite an experience for me," whispered Barbara. "You knew I had
never been out in public as a woman and I had never had anyone do what you did
to me." She took a sip of her drink and looked soulfully at Kathy. She wanted
her to begin feeling sorry for what she had done.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough on you. I got carried away a little bit toward
the end." Kathy didn't look at her while she spoke but intently watched the ice
in her glass.

"I understand," Barbara murmured. She reached out and patted Kathy's hand. "I
understand and I'm not mad. In fact, tonight was wonderful. It felt so good
while you were touching me - loving me - and I was sorry that I couldn't make
you feel good, too.

She watched the other's face intently, looking for any message. She continued
holding Kathy's hand, stroking it softly with her fingertips.

"I felt good," Kathy sighed. "Don't worry about me. I was enjoying every bit of
what I was doing."

"You mean you were also turned on by what happened?"

"Of course I was, wouldn't have done it otherwise. I wouldn't have stopped you
on the floor and asked you to dance with me if I didn't enjoy looking at
you...and watching your legs." Kathy took another sip of whiskey then said
shyly, "You have very exciting legs, they really turned me on."

Barbara set down her glass, reached over and took Kathy's glass and put it on
the table, then grasped both of the other transvestite's hands in her own and
pulled her toward her slightly.

"I'm so pleased to hear you say that. I didn't know whether you really like me
or were just trying to make fun of me in front of the others."

Kathy shifted forward on the bed. "I really liked you, that's why I did what I
did to you." She took Barbara's hands and moved them to her lips. "You're very
attractive to me," she cooed.

"Well, you're attractive to me too, Kathy. But you were pretty selfish tonight.
The way you made love never gave me a chance to show my feelings. Then you just
walked away and left me feeling used and humiliated."

Barbara freed her hands from the other's grip and stood up. She reached over
and turned on the radio to soft music. Then she moved to the middle of the room
where she turned and faced Kathy.

"I came here to find out how you felt about tonight. I got the answer I wanted.
If you had said what happened didn't matter to you, I was prepared to make you
suffer for it. But apparently there is mutual attraction between us. Now, I
don't want to make you suffer - I want to make you excited."

Barbara slowly unbuttoned the black vinyl raincoat, opened it and let it slide
to the floor. She heard Kathy moan softly.

Barbara was dressed in nothing but a black satin corset and a pair of lace
bikini briefs. Her shapely legs were encased in long, black silk stockings and
high-heel black pumps.

She walked toward Kathy slowly, letting the other TV take in all of her body.
Barbara began to move to the strains of the music, turning and swaying to the
soft beat. She danced toward Kathy, then retreated. She tried to remember all
of the seductive moves that an exotic dancer might use, pushing her pelvis
forward, rotating her hips, running her hands slowly across her body, caressing
her legs and thighs, moistening her fingertip with her tongue then rubbing it
across the front of her lace covered panties.

She smiled as she watched Kathy's body react to the sight. She could tell from
the bulging of Kathy's pajama bottoms that she was excited by Barbara's
performance.

Barbara put out her hand and motioned Kathy to join her. She took the feminine
role and gently put her arms around Kathy's neck; Kathy quickly assumed the
masculine role and pulled herself tightly against Barbara.

The two began to slowly dance across the room. Barbara insinuated herself
against Kathy and in response felt the other transvestite's erection press hard
against her smoothly shaved legs. She reached down, her fingers probing to find
the opening of the pajama bottoms. Once she discovered the snaps, she freed the
cloth and reached in to rub her hand against the thick, stiff mass of penis.

After a few moments, she stopped dancing and fell to her knees. Reaching up she
pulled Kathy's organ from its cotton covering and thrilled as it magnificent
length stuck out from the pajamas. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and
stroked it gently.

Barbara looked up, wanting to see how Kathy was reacting to her actions. The TV
was viewing her intently, her eyes narrowing to slits as she watched Barbara's
bright red fingernails encircle her penis and move it in rhythmic fashion.

Barbara licked her lips then slowly reached out her hands and pulled Kathy's
organ into her mouth. At first the fit of the swollen penis was tight and
uncomfortable. But then Barbara realized what she was doing; that what was
happening was one of the answers to her dreams. She had made this male cock,
this warm fleshy shaft, hard and rigid. Her body, her looks, her feminine
demeanor had aroused Kathy's maleness.

Barbara was now in sexual control of another person. As that idea finally
reached her consciousness, her mouth and lips seemed to take on a new vitality.
No longer was the penis difficult to adjust to; instead Barbara wanted to take
even more of it into her mouth. She gulped some air and sucked the rigid shaft
deeper into her throat. She moved her head forward and backward, her lips like
a tight vaginal opening encasing the thick penis and keeping the swollen
cockhead from slipping from its moist prison.

Kathy moaned as Barbara continued her movements. Barbara knew that the other Tv
was reaching a climax. She could feel the engorged penis grow even larger and
she could feel Kathy begin to thrash about - looking for immediate release but
wanting to stay on the edge of satisfaction forever.

Barbara relaxed her lips and pulled them free from the stiffened organ. She
reached out and touched the cockhead with her finger. Taking some of the creamy
moisture oozing slowly from its tip, she ran it across her lips and then
inserted her dampened finger inside her bikini panties and rubbed it across her
own loins.

"I want you to fuck me, Kathy," Barbara murmured throatily. "I want your cock
in my body and I want you to come while you're inside me. I want to be really
loved as a woman. I want to be fucked NOW."

Kathy pulled Barbara to her feet and moved her slowly to the bed. The wrinkled
satin sheets were still warm from Kathy's body and Barbara could smell the
other TV's perfume on the pillow.

Kathy stood at the edge of the bed and unbuttoned the top of her pajama them
dropped it to the floor. She unsnapped the waistband of the pajama bottoms and
let them slide down her legs. She stepped out of the pants and faced Barbara.
Her slender body was a mixture of feminine and masculine traits. But to
Barbara, the erect penis was her most important attribute because she was now
the male who was going to make Barbara a woman.

She shuddered as she looked at the length of Kathy's bloated penis and wondered
how she would ever be able to take it inside herself.

Kathy crawled up on the bed and reached for Barbara's body. There was no time
for further romantic motions, both of them were eager for a conclusion to this
adventure. She ripped the nylon bikini from Barbara's waist and freed her
organ. With little more than a gentle touch of the penis, she moved her fingers
beneath Barbara's buttocks, searching for the transvestite's anal opening. She
found it and touched it softly, running her finger around the surrounding area.
Kathy realized that Barbara had prepared herself well for the evening; she was
already lubricated and moist, ready for her lover.

Kathy grabbed Barbara's legs and put one on either side of her own body. She
then lifted them against her shoulders, raising Barbara's buttocks against her
own body. Her penis was level with Barbara's anal opening. She bent forward and
began to push her self firmly against the puckered opening.

Barbara could feel the pressure begin to build against her rectum. She tried to
relax to allow the bulk of Kathy's cockhead past her sphincter muscle. She
pushed in response to the pressure. Finally, she could feel the massive organ
slide slowly inside her body.

It was the most beautiful experience of her life. She relaxed as Kathy began to
slowly move in and out, her thick penis gliding against the smooth, imprisoning
wall of Barbara's anal canal. For Barbara the movements were like a beautiful
ballet, she could sense her whole body responding to the choreography of
Kathy's motions. Her own penis sprang erect, growing and swelling in reaction
to Kathy's pressing body. Suddenly, Kathy uttered a muffled scream and pushed
forward roughly, pushing her bloated cock deep into Barbara's body.

Intense pain was the first response Barbara felt, she came close to nausea. But
quickly that feeling of discomfort was replaced by a feeling of rapture as she
felt the cool, soothing balm of Kathy's sperm. Kathy had reached her climax and
was coming, sending great torrents of sticky fluid deep inside Barbara.

For Barbara the act was not the end but just a beginning. She had set out to
become a woman in every sexual way. Tonight that had happened. As she felt
Kathy explode within her, she realized that a new life had started for her.

She pulled herself forward and found Kathy's mouth. She mashed her lips against
the other TV and sent her moist tongue deep into her throat.

"I love you, Kathy," she murmured as she felt her own ejaculation spurt forth
from deep within her cock. "Oh, how I love you." The tears of happiness rolled
down her cheeks as she pressed herself tightly against Kathy's warm body.

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