Fucking Him With A Strapon
fucking him with a strapon! Abruptly, she sat upright, Come on, you’re going shopping with me, she instructed. I feigned objection for a moment, but then easily gave in. Where are we going? You’ll see, she beamed in a radiant glow that I’ve only ever seen her possess. She used her black panties to wipe my cum from my face and chin as she said, Come here. She lead me to her room, where she went to her panty drawer and pulled out a sexy pair or white, nylon panties with red hearts all over them. Put these on. She instructed. As I extended out my hand and took the pretty panties, I gave her a bewildered look. You heard me. Put these on, and let’s go shopping. Without objection, I took the panties and headed to my room, my hard dick bouncing before me with each step. I resisted the urge to wrap the panties around my cock. Instead, I slid my feet through the legholes, feeling the delicate material against my skin, pulling the dainty panties up until the material strained to cover my rock hard dick. I had to tuck the head down to the left to try to get everything in place. The material between my legs and over my ass strained to conform to my shape. My heart was pounding over the prospect of wearing these forbidden treasures in public, and I was delirious with anticipation. I wanted to cum again so badly, but it was so thrilling to save the sensation, I just stood staring at my cock throbbing against the silky material. I turned to notice she wearing a pair of short, pink athletic shorts and a skintight white tank top, and given the appearance of her still erect nipples, apparently no bra. Whaddya think, pantyfreak? Do they make your dick feel nice? Breathlessly, I stammered, They’re fantastic. Good. Put some shorts on, we’re going shopping. Forty minutes later we were standing at the threshold of Fredricks of Hollywood. The silk of my panties caressed my now perpetually hard dick, and my senses raced, as my sister took me by the hand.
