1. Polly and Len Pt 3 (Blue leotard and Tights)


    Date: 2/23/2016, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Shemales, Author: leotardlust, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    tights I give you, and and have a good sniff when I'm in my room. By the way, you owe me some money for the tights and strapon.' 'Just take it from petty cash,' Michelle smiled. 'I knew all along that that bitch was on the take. I'll have her,' said Len 'Yeah and when you do, Len darling, make sure she knows I told you.' 'That's what I love about you, you're a treacherous, sexy little bitch!' said Len. I giggled and said 'OOH AM I?' I pranced and swished and climbed on the bar, wiggling my arse, squealing, 'I'm Len's sissy, treacherous slut, I'm wearing smelly, smelly tights for my hard hero, Len! OOh, Len, my leotard is soooo tight and dead sexy, tights, tights, smelly, smelly tights...Ooh my name is pretty, pretty Polly, and Len is my man...my man, Len...and I'm wearing my tight and leotard for you, for you, yeah!' I bent tightly over so my arse was almost touching his nose. I put my hand to my mouth and giggled. I then sat on the edge of the bar and swung my legs in a girly and flirty manner, sometimes letting my heels rest on his shoulders. He caressed my nyloned legs, moving them up my shimmery thighs. I smiled bashfully and said 'But Len! I have a boyfriend! What would he think if he could see us now?' 'I'd fucking love him to see us like this before I kick the shit out of ...
    him!' 'Naughty, Len! Naughty, naughty...' 'Tell me it's what you want too!' 'Well Len...' 'Tell me you'd love it if you saw me kicking the shit out of him!' 'Actually I couldn't give a slient fart for my boyfriend or what you do to him...as long as he'd be conscious enough to see the look in my eyes when I'm sucking your hard prick, the look of sheer lust and relief in my face!' Len put his hands on my waist and helped me down from the bar. I lead him to the middle of the room, where he put his hands on my arse and felt it while I circled my hands around his neck and looked up at him. We swayed slowly to the romantic music. I couldn't stop beaming. 'You mean that as well, don't you?' he asked. 'It's what we deserve,' I said gently. Len grabbed my arse more tightly. I sighed in pleasure. 'Len?' I asked. 'Yeah.' 'Fuck me.' My wig was slipping down my face a little as Len pushed his cock deeper and deeper up my arse, my leotard pulled to one side, through the tight slit in the back of my tights. His big hands gripped my hips as he slammed himself right into me. Len piped his load right inside me. As we spent the rest of the evening lying in each others arms with my head on his chest I whispered to him that I hoped he would have the pleasure of watching me fuck a fat sissy up his arse.
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