a leaf, covering me like a blanket. We kissed with passion for each other. He stopped for a moment to look at me with question, studying my face like a subject. I started to wonder what was wrong but he smiled to me that smile of his and continued his expedition with his wilding tongue. The wet trail I felt, making a path from my neck, he moved on to my chest, circling each tiny button with delight. I felt them become hard, pointed and erect, being savvy he bit them sparingly. The shock ran up to my head as I felt my hardness drip with anticipation. Slowly he went down, following the middle valley of my torso. His cheek brushed the head of my organic steel, my legs twitched in reaction.

"Beautiful..."

I tried to question his comment, but I was cut short by the steamy moistness surrounding my erection. I moaned a whisper as his mouth worked its wonder on my sex. Hot, wet, fleshy was all my prick could say. On every rise I felt his vacuum, on every decent his muscular serpent slithered around. Up, down, up, down, my eyes never left his performance as I felt the impending end. Tighter, tighter, and tighter, I felt my self build. My pouch hugged my body screaming for the let go.

"Aww shit... I'm gonna...."

I let my body speak for me. A torrent I had felt from inside, leaving me like a cannon. Over and over I felt myself shoot my seed. With this pronounced, he was more invigorated to sucking. I heard him swallow again and again. Satisfying himself with his hard labour. I lay there spent and panting. I felt him move up toward me, feeling his heat blanket me once more. He kissed my chest, then my mouth. I opened up for him, feeling his serpentine dart in and out. I could taste myself on his lips, the familiar smell of my semen. He kissed his way over to my ear.

"How was that?"

I managed to giggle out a small reply as he nibbled on my ear lobe.

"Do you want me to come in?"

“Why not?”

He reached over to his dresser and pulled out a latex sheath and lube, then proceeded to ready himself for his entry. As a guest, I enjoyed helping him prepare and I put on his hat for him. He bantered a thank you and I giggled as he tossed my legs in the air. A cold wetness I felt against my rosebud, his fingers caressed my opening. I felt one make its entrance, I breathed out indubitably as my pseudo leg lifted up once more to his hunting. His finger dug and rubbed and eventually I felt a fake rapture from his probing. I cried out in needed bliss.

"And there it is."

I felt his index make an exit, as my bowels agonized over such loss. Two more fingers sought shelter at my entrance as they made a slow return. I felt a resistance against their intrusion but his probing my fake rapture allowed their remittance. Another digit came in, and eventually another, I was lost in this feeling, lost in a zero moment of infinity. Such pleasure wracking beneath me, I uttered in tongues and moans wrapped in his pleasure making. He stopped for a moment, readjusting his position. A tiny wave of worry washed over me, the sight of his prodigious