1. Polly and Len Pt. 4 Facesitting


    Date: 5/16/2016, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: leotardlust, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    I was on all fours, crawling along the floor, in my black leotard with glossy cinnamon tights over the top saying ‘Tights, tights, tights!’ Len was wanking. . 'Oh Len,' I sighed blissfully, 'I love being your bad girl. You know, the other night, after I got back from the hospital, visiting Carl, after you kicked the shit out of him, and I called you...I had a big rub off in my black tights...' 'Fucking hell, you know what you do to me. You have no shame.' 'You should have seen me at the hospital...with the blinds closed...I took off my cycling shorts and got changed into my mini skirt and tights...to show him what he was missing...let him look up my skirt... I took my tight knickers off and balled them up on the bed, before I shoved my arse back into my cycling shorts.. I was laughing on the way home and thinking about your big, hard cock. ' I turned round so my arse was facing him and said 'See that bulge, well, it's a pantyliner...makes me feel right girly, wearing a panty liner...course I bet it's smelly by now! I'm dressed like this for Alfred, remember him, that fat, dopey security guard? Must be pushing 60! For your treat I want you to see us together. He's an ex of mine. He's quite ugly and has a fat arse but it only makes me more determined to kiss him and sniff his arse through his Lycra shorts!' About ten minutes later Alfred arrived. After he'd got changed and squeezed his fat arse into his Lycra shorts I introduced him to Len. I laughed as Len took the piss out of ...
    him. 'You left another man for that?' he said. 'Of course not, darling...we shagged behind his back, didn't we?' I said to Alfred, smiling and patting his bum. Alfred returned a dopey grin. 'You know what Alfred, why don't we show Len, exactly how passionate we were behind my ex's back? Len will wank himself off as he watches.' I put my arms around Alfred’s neck, one hand cupping the back of his big, balding head and I drew him in and breathed 'God I've missed you!' We kissed hard. Alfred's fat little hands grabbed my arse through my layered leotard as our lips locked and caressed with our eyes closed. We barely pulled away for a second when my hands grabbed his shiny blue Lycra arse and gripped his buttocks as we kissed again, my hands roaming and stroking his fucking gorgeous arse. 'None of us are going home tonight until you've farted on my face and let me gobble you through your skintight cycling shorts, Alfred!' I pushed him back on the sofa, sat astride his lap and we kissed more, quickly switching positions so he was on my lap and Len got a right eyeful of his arse shimmering in the skintight lycra shorts, as I smoothed both hands over his rump. We paused and I smiled secretly as I looked at him and said, 'I want you to fart on my face, Alfred. No one has ever farted on me as good as you.' Alfred grinned stupidly as I lay down on my back and he turned his back to me and lowered his fat arse, in his bum hugging blue lycra shorts, on my mouth and nose. He farted my head ...
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