Being Mariska

Mark is on all fours, being ridden by Michael, while he sees Monique riding Dean furiously. He tries to see every detail of his lover being the bitch that she is, but sometimes the hair of the wig he wears gets in the way, when it covers his eyes with the movement, or sticks to his face due to the cumshot that Michael and Dean did in him. He, too, is distracted by Michael's slaps on his ass, or by the pleasure that penetration is giving him, or by the luscious brush of her pink dress as he's pushed back and forth.

Despite all this, he watches with happiness when Monique turns her face to him, and with her mouth blows him a kiss and, softly, but exaggerating the movement of her mouth, so that he can understand, she says "I love you, Mariska!" This declaration of love touches Mariska deeply, who even earlier was Mark, bringing her to tears.

Her remembering him while getting a huge cock really shows how he made the right choice. In fact, it wasn't even a choice. Because a choice presupposes options, and for him, now she, there is no option but to stay with Monique. Even if he has to become a sissy, dress like a woman, shave, paint nails, wear wigs... If she wants to, he'll even take hormones, he knows that. It doesn't matter that he knows he will lose his friends, and probably, the love of his family. He doesn't know how, or why, but today and from now on, only one person matters to him, Monique. He will do anything to be with her.

"Here we go, faggot. There goes the milk for your ass! Ahhhhhhh...". And once again, Mariska feels, for the fourth time in the night, cum in her ass. It's so much, that with the rest, it runs down her leg, and forms a puddle.

And he ends up coming again, without touching his penis. This also proves to him that following desires isn't so bad either. On the contrary. Deep down, Mariska knows she even likes it.

At the end of the night, Michael and Dean walk away and leave behind a broken woman and a sissy. Mariska lies down hugging Monique. Her body is covered in bite marks and slaps, like his girlfriend. Her breasts are swollen from being sucked so much. She's sticking to the sheets with so much cum on her skin and coming out of all the holes. Monique is in the same situation. She demanded that guys treat Mariska the same way they treat her. The couple didn't say a single word, but their breathing, their loving touch, their caresses, say it all. They love each other, and Mariska feels a deep happiness that, after all, she made the right choice, her heart choice.