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Moaning, slapping, gasps of air, those are the sounds coming from the living room as Kyle fucks John. No other way can describe what a Kyle is doing to John, being fucked hard and it felt so amazing.

John looks back towards Kyle, but the look isn’t one of a friend. Plastered on John red hot moaning face is the look of submission, the look of wanting to be fulfilled with the thick sausage of Kyle. John reaches back and immediately feels Kyle’s hand tugging back, pushing deeper and deeper into John, his tip rubbing against the new pulsating juicy womb. He brings his other hand back, and with both hands being pulled, all he can do was look forward as Kyle pile drives into his lower lips. Each thrust, bringing him closer and closer and then, and then, and AHHHHH-!!

John’s clustered head filled to the brim in pleasure, goes blank as his pussy pulsates around the tip as an overwhelming waves of euphoria hit as John finally cums, his first real orgasm as a girl. His pussy squeezing against Kyles cock, his pussy devouring the meatstick that is still slamming against John.

A small puddle form, well 2 actually, one on the soft cushion under the drooling hole with a floppy tongue flailing around, and the other one under the leaking pipe being cleaned and reshaped on the edge of the couch. Each puddle containing not just water, but slick fluids from both set of lips.

John leaking pussy, taking pound after pound, starts to loosen up as John pulls him in deeper and peaking into the womb, holding him in place. And Stops? Huh?

The sudden stops snaps John out of his orgasmic moaning, as he starts to regain his breath as Kyle is still buried deep inside. His cock still breathing inside John’s now growing sore womb.