"Ohhh god yes!" Micheal moaned out loud as his former arms hold his smooth feminine legs up, thrusting deep into his wet folds. "You like that bitch?" Exclaimed the man beneath him. Sarah had grown weary of Michael's endless need to assert his dominance, his relentless show of masculinity that always left her feeling small. Tonight was the last straw, and she had a plan. As Micheal was lining up to Sarah's tight wet entrance she triggered the swap she'd prepared. In an instant, her consciousness leapt into Michael's body and his into hers. Continuing Micheal's thrust where he left off. Catching the new woman by surprise, she couldn't do anything more as she was held up and impaled and stretched out repeatedly by his former meaty shaft. Sarah could only laugh and keep pounding Micheal harder. Delighted to see her "macho" of a husband succumbing to her new womanly pleasures. "What did you do?" She gasped in between moans, feeling disoriented and unfamiliar in Sarah's body. "Oh, don't look so horrified, sweetheart," Sarah said, delighting in the deep, confident timbre of Michael's voice. He stared at her, trying to move but thrown off by the strange, vulnerable sensations running through her body. He couldn't against Sarah's strong arms. He was left helpless to the sensations as he was forced again and again against his former cock. He could feel every touch, every sensation magnified in a way he'd never known in his own skin. His bravado faded. Something had clicked in Sarah, she couldn't stop. She was controlled by her new lust, "This is amazing, it feels so primal" Sarah Panted Micheal on the other hand, became overcome with the new sensations of her body, his delicate breasts bouncing in rhythm to the thrusts, his manicured little toes clenched, his former arms holding tightly to her smooth curvy legs, the sweet aroma of his perfume, he was in blissful delight. He let go of his control and gave it to Sarah, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Something in both of them had triggered...the acceptance of a new dynamic. ••• Deserved?
"Ohhh god yes!" Micheal moaned out loud as his former arms hold his smooth feminine legs up, thrusting deep into his wet folds. "You like that bitch?" Exclaimed the man beneath him.
ReplyDeleteSarah had grown weary of Michael's endless need to assert his dominance, his relentless show of masculinity that always left her feeling small. Tonight was the last straw, and she had a plan.
As Micheal was lining up to Sarah's tight wet entrance she triggered the swap she'd prepared.
In an instant, her consciousness leapt into Michael's body and his into hers. Continuing Micheal's thrust where he left off. Catching the new woman by surprise, she couldn't do anything more as she was held up and impaled and stretched out repeatedly by his former meaty shaft. Sarah could only laugh and keep pounding Micheal harder. Delighted to see her
"macho" of a husband succumbing to her new womanly pleasures.
"What did you do?" She gasped in between moans, feeling disoriented and unfamiliar in Sarah's body.
"Oh, don't look so horrified, sweetheart," Sarah said, delighting in the deep, confident timbre of Michael's voice.
He stared at her, trying to move but thrown off by the strange, vulnerable sensations running through her body. He couldn't against Sarah's strong arms. He was left helpless to the sensations as he was forced again and again against his former cock. He could feel every touch, every sensation magnified in a way he'd never known in his own skin. His bravado faded.
Something had clicked in Sarah, she couldn't stop. She was controlled by her new lust, "This is amazing, it feels so primal" Sarah Panted
Micheal on the other hand, became overcome with the new sensations of her body, his delicate breasts bouncing in rhythm to the thrusts, his manicured little toes clenched, his former arms holding tightly to her smooth curvy legs, the sweet aroma of his perfume, he was in blissful delight. He let go of his control and gave it to Sarah, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Something in both of them had triggered...the acceptance of a new dynamic.
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Deserved?