It's Time for a Name Changer

It was a big day for you. You had officially changed your name to Joan Smith with the court system. Now you just needed to update your driver's license. The more you went along the path, the less you wanted limelight. You didn't want or need to be John Putnam's son. You didn't need notoriety. You need peace and quiet and Marco's love. Speaking of which...

You were supposed to be showering, getting ready to go change your name and gender with the DMV. And Marco had come from San Francisco to support you. And you both had gotten offtrack. Or ontrack. His large, 8.5 inch cock was rubbing up and down your oiled up asshole. Your toes were curled in anticipation, your hands against the wall of the shower. He pushes against you, and you yielded, as you always would for Marco. Soon, his cock was plunging in and out of your ass.

"Mmm, mi amor, you're always so ready for me," he cooed into your ear. You pushed your long, wet hair behind your ear. Your small cock was stiff as it could get anymore, twitching.

"Oh, Papi, I love you," you gushed, reaching down between your thighs to start rubbing the oversized clit. Marco grabbed your hands, pressing them against the wall.

"No, Joanie. I want you to cum like a girl," he whispered. Your eyes rolled back into your head.

"Don't stop fucking me ... don't stop fucking me ... don't ... Marco!" you cried, as your tiny shaft spit a single rope of cum onto the wall. Your ass walls milked his cock, and he fed you a much larger and thicker load of cum into your needy ass.

"Marco ... I love you," you panted. He hugged you tight, one final drop of cum dripping from the end of your cock.

"I love you too Joanie. But the water is getting cold." You both laughed.