That ass. You tried to pull your eyes away but it kept drawing you back. Each time Sam turned around in front of you it was as if her ass was leading the way. How big was that thing? And how good would it feel to stick your-- No! No, you couldn't think that way about your old friend Sam. Sure you might have jacked off together once, or twice (you'd lost count how many times) but butt fucking her would definitely be gay. Or, would it? If you were a he, at least technically(?), and she was definitely closer to a she...
Sam had stopped twirling round by this point and had her eyes fixed on the TV that was still playing 'Bimbo Blondes and Big Cocks'.
"So this is what you exercise to, huh?"
"No! Er... Not always. Just sometimes. Helps me stay motivated."
Sam turned back to you with one hand on her hip.
"Really? Show me."
"What?"
"Show me how you exercise, babe."
If she wanted to see your muscle-building workout, you were only too happy to oblige. You'd show her the work you put in to build strength ... even if it hadn't paid off yet. You started with some squats facing the TV. With each rep you imagined what it would be like to be in the movie. Some blonde girl was squatting down over a rock hard cock waiting underneath her. You shook your head. You were building hip strength so you could be like the guy thrusting into her from below. You weren't envious of the woman, who was moaning, as she slid down, and took in each new inch...
"What's the matter, sweetie? You seem flustered."
Sam was gazing at you intently. You played it off. It was nothing. You were getting warmed up, that's all. Sam was pacing around you slowly, still in her underwear. The head of her big sissy shaft, twice as big as yours, was poking out of her panties. She was palming it with one hand. She seemed to lightly jerk it in time with each thrust your fat butt made towards the ground.
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