Goddess snuggles up behind me like spoons in a drawer. Sliding her c**k between my thighs right at the top, she simulates f*****g me for what must be an hour, pumping her prick along my sissy-p***y and balls while she fondles my n*****s and glans and alternately taunts or coos lovingly at me. Never have I spent a more blessed hour, though the carnal frustration rivals having her maniacally beat my bound-up meat. Finally I get to sleep in her arms again, with my butt nestled into her hips and Goddess’ divine prick still lodged along my crotch. As I’d hoped, this was indeed a true religious observance and occasion to express proper appreciation.
Claire
After the delights of Friday night, Saturday afternoon proves quite a trial. Watching Brianna engaged in yard work disguised as a man torm
