And then it slipped away, leaving Greg and I kissing only each other, and I devoured his salty, c**k-tasting mouth as enthusiastically as he devoured mine.
Caitlyn pushed Greg away from me, leaving my mouth wet and aching to be filled with tongue, lips, c**k – anything. I looked up into the shemale’s eyes and she looked down at me with a stern, determined expression that quickly left my eyes and darted down to my breasts. She hooked a finger beneath my chin and with it, urged me to kneel up ramrod straight, her delicious c**k rigid and pointing at my wanton mouth. Ignoring my full, pouting lips (how could she, they were practically begging to be f****d!), Caitlyn bent at the knees and lowered her d**k downwards, towards my t**s.
I was amazed at just how supple our mistress was; I’d guess
