I am a 35 year old male that has a crossbreeding dressing fancy that I would enjoy to play out. One were I am feminized and fucked by a large ripped body constructor. I can play a realistic female as I 'm 6 metrical foot tall and extremely svelte. Toned but very lose weight with girly articulatio radiocarpea. I 'm not fallible but probably look it. I would love to act the feminine slut and be the core of a hunks aid.

I would wear blackamoor stockings and no other clothes. My whole body would be shaved. I put on cream that makes my scramble expression even whiter and blemish relinquish. I want my skin to look as feminine as possible. I would wear a jet black wig like a messy bob. One were I can deplumate the hair over to partially cover my cheek. I would wear oversize bleak sunglasses with dark red lip stick and maybe some temporary acrylic paint nails.

I sit on top of the kitchen body of work top with my human knee up at my chest and substructure crossed as I wait for you. I sit with a nice cocktail glass filled with a unclouded liquidity. Its water ! It looks classy and I 'll need water during our randy seance. When you stand naked in figurehead of me I try and nurture my ramification up in the air and put them over your shoulders. You help position my legs and centre yourself. Your workforce on my second joint. I would place my hands behind me so I 'm sitting upright and looking straight into your eyes. This will conduct effort to continue erect but I want to be close to you. I try and cross my feet behind your neck opening. Gently pulling you in and squeezing your torso with my pegleg. You can find the material of the stockings rub against your skin.

I look over your enormous consistency, your bulging biceps and barrel chest. I love your enormous biceps soo much. The smooth skinned curved tidy sum of each arm. They excite me. I glance down and see your stiff prick. You put your arm around me and deplume me close. My bum slides forward as my body and legs compress. In this perspective I feel like an accordion. I look through the sunglasses into your eyes as your rooster gently nudges my entrance.

You start gently rock your hips. I bite my lip. I want you to see that I like it. I bring my right hand handwriting up to caress your enormous bicep. I let out a little moan. Partly from you nudging my jam and from enjoying the flavor of your brawn. The intuitive feeling of lovely smooth pelt over solid muscle makes me sense dizzy. I use my quarter round and fingers to find the width of the bicep. From tip of quarter round to tip of power fingerbreadth. My completely deal stretched out and still ca n't get round the width. Mmmmmmm yum ! I run my palm over its Brobdingnagian smooth airfoil. I 'm in nirvana. I wrap my hand polish your powerful fore arm stroking up and down the duration. Your so much bigger than me.

I make certain you can see my skinny wrist joint. I place them against your subdivision. The departure is percipient. I want you to feel superior and me look inferior. You are in ascendency but nice to me. You could put me in my post at any time. If you can do it right I would like you to put me in my topographic point. It 's how I want it. I want to feel completely helpless but loved. Almost like a married woman.

You rock your hips gently. I caress and snog your tremendous biceps. The sight of them excites me soo much. I feel your barrel chest. Your hands on my back holding me unsloped and keeping me close.

You tilt your head and lean forward aiming your sass towards mine. I exposed my oral fissure. Your face push button my tomentum back into my typeface as your lips meet mine. Our lingua both slide forward as we start kissing. My whisker is in your face. I place my rightfulness mitt on your left bicep. The tactual sensation of your glossa in my mouth makes me try and push my tongue deeper into yours. Our lips dragging against each other. My pulse races. Your facial expression energy my hair to the side as you kiss my jaw line. I tilt my top dog over so you can kiss it more. You kiss my jaw crinkle and svelte neck. You place your odd hand gently round my slim cervix as you kiss my jaw lie more. Damn that find dainty.

All of a sudden you reach both branch all the way around my torso and give me a bear hug ! My body and legs squashed together. My arms locked by my side by your powerful arms. Your adhesive friction around my trunk is so tight I ca n't move. I wonder why you are holding me so tightly. Then you lift me off the kitchen workplace top whilst managing to remain inside me. I remain fixed in the same location. My legs over your articulatio humeri. My consistency and legs are compressed by your powerful arms. I can see you are getting excited as you lean forward slightly. I feel my self go back at a little slant. You begin to thrust hard. I loose lot of everything. I feel lost in space and ca n't move. My consistency quickly jerks back and forth and all I can focus on is the feeling in my hollow as you fuck it hard. This does not go foresightful. I feel a warm almost hot feeling through the safe as I think you have came. Your heavier breathing backrest this up.

You place me back on the kitchen worktop and discharge your traction as you slump forward into my chest.. I feel relief and breathing spell deeply before putting my underweight arms round your head and resting my header against your shoulder. My hair lies over your shoulder and my sunglasses are at an Angle.

What would I like to do for the relief of the eventide ? Hopefully cuddle up to your trunk on the couch and hazard to be your married woman. If you use the Word wife I 'd feel a tingling inside. I can do all form of random chores whilst you watch. And of course I 'll wear sexy intimate apparel and nothing else. X x