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  • “C’mon, help me try these on now,” Elsie said, heading for the dressing room. The cashier boy approached her, “Ready to try those on?” “Yeah, looks like I’ve got…” she counted the pile on her arm, “seven things.” “Okay, just put this tag on the outside of your door before you go in.” He handed her the plastic number and wandered away as Elsie stepped in. She turned and, with a sly smirk, flicked her head at Brie in the direction of open dressing room. “Come help me try these on!” she whispered. Brie grinned, looked around quickly and then dashed into the cubicle with her friend. “You know they can see our feet, right?” “Ah, they’re not gonna care, anyway. Besides, it’s not like I’m bringing a boy in here.” Elsie hung up her choices and put them in the order she wanted to try them on. Up first was a red and black plaid, flared minidress. She flipped her sundress over her head as Brie took a seat on the shemalesex small bench. That Elsie was topless in brazilian front of her was nothing new to Brie. They had been close friends for a long time and, between baths, swimming excursions, sleepovers, and shopping adventures like these, they had seen each other in various Tranny states of undress their entire lives. Elsie lifted the hanger out of the minidress and pulled it over her head. She smoothed the garment down over her body and looked at herself it in the mirror. “Hmm, what do you think?” she questioned thoughtfully. “I think it looks nice. But you look kind of like a goth in it.” “Yeah… you’re right. It is black and red, I guess.” “I bet it would look better with red tights instead smalltits of black.” Elsie cocked her head to the side, considering it. “I’d look like a peony!” she announced. Brie burst into laughter, which caused Elsie to follow suit. “Red tights are too much like midnight mass on Christmas!” Brie conceded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hmm, what about no tights?” she offered, “What does it look like brunette like that?” Elsie nodded. “Good call.” With that, she kicked off her sneakers, reached up under the dress, and pulled her tights down her legs. She stepped out of them and again smoothed down the fabric. “That’s better… buuut… I’ve decided I don’t love it.” Brie nodded in quiet agreement. Elsie pulled the dress off and, now in just her panties, hung it back on the rack. “Nice underpants,” Brie teased. Elsie glanced down at them. They were geometrically-themed boyshorts in a clashing teal and yellow color scheme. Brie legitimately thought they seemed very trendy. Elsie looked up at her friend and grinned. “You haven’t seen these before?” “Not those. They dug deep trenched in the sand to stir the Tranny water away when it rained, managed to stock up a nice pile of coconuts and grapes, and even tried and failed at smoking fish. Shaking her smalltits head, she grabbed a scanner going over every inch of her body. Then he used Diann since she is of legal age.” “ They both came out of a weekend alone with him so much in love and happy that they ask Mom to talk to Dad and get him to let them become slaves for him the same as Mom.” “ Well you know the results of that. Duke’s little cock stuck out about an inch or so, then more of it appeared as brazilian she rubbed his sheath. On top of all that I had school and the sport I was playing, Sara was draining me both sexually and mentally. Logan is caught off guard but is not surprised at her comment. I climbed off my cousin and lay next to her, panting and sweating. I dropped to my knees while Amy wrapped her legs around my neck. My jaws latched down hard. “Hmm… is there anyone who would want to try and take you away from her? “Oh, my gosh, she's really eating her pussy,” said Asuka. She hoped he would do it more often in the future. She had lost track of how many times he had sodomized her, but she still felt so tight, wincing as he worked more fingers in, and soon, his whole shemalesex fist. “They did it to me brunette too.”
  • Not a goodbye hug, Emily glowered, feeling her hands tremble with rage. This isn’t over. This isn’t over. Maybe I did drop the ball on… sorting out all my feelings for Brian, that’s fair. Okay, yeah, I literally pissed away my chance. But her pissing all over me to get Brian? No. Just, no. Bitch’s gonna smalltits get stitches. • • • Present day Brian’s FINALLY free from her evil clutches for one moment, so that things could maybe start to turn around. I can’t STAND to just let her keep hurting him anymore. Or WORSE, decide to try to get back together with him. No. Just, no. Just…um, just one more time, before I have to go, Emily decided sheepishly, locking and tugging on her doorknob for good measure. As she slowly spread her thighs, feeling the fishnet body stocking of her cosplay stretching and shifting against her bare skin, the hemmed opening between her legs gaped open, exposing her blushing pink labia. To help clear my head. Yeah. Her carefully fingertips glided easily into those gleaming wet folds, and a shudder went through her. Emily had been unusually soaked down there lately. She didn’t even feel wet just down there—it was as if that same slippery, slick sensation, that sexual need was seeping throughout every nook and cranny of her cerebrum, lubricating her thoughts into a certain sexual direction. A finger slipped deep inside—but she imagined right now that it was Brian brunette pushing himself into her, Brian wrapping his arms around her. Emily felt a silly smile of satisfaction spread across her face. A weird feeling flowed through her, and her eyes dazed going blank, seeing something like a pattern of light refraction upon a pool of disturbed water. Mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. She pretended Brian had his strong arms trapping her in a tight embrace, that her small breasts were squashed up against his bare chest, and that her face was nestled perfectly into his neck. Maybe he would whisper an apology for the things he was about to do to her—for the primitive, violent ways he was going to use her to vent out his lust. A helpless growl, already lost to desire. Do ittt, Emily might urge him, her lips just beneath his ear. F-fuck me. Break me if you have to. Fuck me with everything you have, even if it’s more than my brain can handle, even if it turns me stupid. J-just FUCK ME. She squeezed, nearly pushing her own finger shemalesex out of herself as she clenched and flexed, and almost toppled over backwards. Fuuuck. Emily scrambled over to withdraw the small bullet-shaped vibrator hidden in the jewelry box beneath her bed, and hopped up onto the mattress to straddle one of her pillows with her knees. Wetting her lips in anticipation, she rose up and pointed the gently buzzing tool at her slippery brazilian slit, breathing heavily. There isn’t much time before Rebecca gets here… I really shouldn’t. But, well—fuck, I’ve gotta do SOMETHING, or I’m going to… to overflow. The tiny silver bullet wasn’t technically meant for insertion, as it didn’t have a safety ‘tail’ for withdrawal, and in fact wasn’t able to vibrate as powerfully when trapped inside… but that never mattered to Emily. After the horrifying experience wetting herself when she’d passed out at that homecoming party, she’d started several different kegel routines to ensure it never, ever happened again. At this point, she was proficient enough controlling the different sets of muscles along her pelvic floor that she could almost draw the vibrator completely inside herself without using her fingers, and she naturally had no worries about expelling it. That the only exercises she’d ever been able to keep up with were only because she’d intrinsically linked them to her masturbation habits… was an irony not lost on her. Blue droplets of light shimmered across her vision in a dazzling slosh of surf and spray, and she let the vibrator sink deep inside of her, capsizing rational thought. It wasn’t warm like she wanted it—it wasn’t Brian like she wanted it, but it was something. The loose cosplay yukata had been hanging open, but now she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall down Tranny to reveal a prominent pair of nipples, straining against the netting of her body stocking. She tightened, and the vibrator halfway emerged, forced out of her. She stopped it with her middle finger and slid it back in, exhaling a shaky breath and biting down on her lower lip as she watched herself in the vertical mirror hung on her closet door with interest. “Since when have you ever been a mother to us. Her futa-girlfriend actually had some cleavage in the blue dress she wore, showing off the swell of her nice titties. During one of our afternoon nursing sessions Mommy had told me about how Daddy liked his balls played with during a blowie so I knew he loved what she was doing. The thicker consistency let me know she was actually ovulating. She scrolled down to the summary, and that was when I saw the title. As they walked behind Megan and Michael, Amethyst pulled Rachel down and whispered, “Do you want me as your teddy bear again tonight.” I backed up to Sexuality Menu. Michelle nodded before she stammered, “yes” when she realised Julie shemalesex couldn't see her and the phone went dead. After about an hour all went quite in mom's brunette room and the girls went to bed. TERA Tranny With her good idea she had earned the right to tease me, but I was still the one in charge. She jammed a third digit into my snatch. I said check the local news for the farm areas brazilian for hard times, Abby said Colorado and Arizona are both in a drought area and families are starving from lack of federal aid. They were told the communicators were individualized so that nobody smalltits but the person they wanted to talk to could hear them. She might have to help us get our Saturday chores taken care of . . .