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As he sat on the sofa, he felt tears sting his eyes. Spitting out the battered butt of his last cigarette, Davide took another from the battered packet in his jacket and put it between his lips. It took several attempts to turn it on; his hands trembled with pain. Finally, he lit it and calmed down with the first breath of acrid smoke. He fed on that poison; the only thing he wanted more at that moment; well, not really the only thing. In his mind flashed the image of a certain beautiful girl, but unable to reciprocate him. His was a beauty worthy of note: tall, slender, rounded and harmonious shapes, delicate features, large and expressive eyes, a naturally graceful and elegant gait.
He shook his head, tried to chase everything about Monica out of his mind. Everything he had hoped for, wanted or dreamed of.
It is difficult not to feel torn by frustration when the one you love is so caught up in a man that you lose your reason. If at least Marco had returned her, instead he did nothing but use it to fuck. That man had the power to ignite Monica's well-known sexual appetites and his lucidity was going to get fucked. He didn't want to realize that he had always and only used it as a hole and he couldn't care less about her. And what was David's job? Just to make her cry on her shoulder every time that man unloaded her.
He had been beside her for years. He loved her as a woman, as a friend; he liked it, admired it, loved it, adored it; he loved her, loved her, loved her. He would have given his life for her. But it didn't matter, because she would always choose Marco.
Or rather his cock. For this particular of ...? 16? 18 cm? Monica could not be hers.
But maybe it was right: it is true, David had known Monica for years but had never revealed his secret to him.
After all, which pros? To lose her also as a friend?
That evening Davide and Monica were having an aperitif in a bar and as usual she got drunk and had become uninhibited.
David was distracted by his distressing situation to realize it.
"Hey! Davide, what's going on? You don't have a nice wax. You're not OK?" Her apprehensive voice brought him back to reality.
"No." he said in a firm and troubled voice.
"Well, if you want I can put you in line!" he replied with a smile that revealed an expert malice, almost defiant.
"No. You can't, forget it. I'm not that muscular sexting man with a square face who punctually unloads you. Remember? " David replied with ill-concealed disappointment
"You're an asshole! And I who also wanted to fuck you! »
«No, you don't want to. And you will never want! »
"What are you saying? »
"Come on, I'll show you!"
He took her by the hand and carried it with him to the toilet in the bar. He took her by the shoulders and placed it in front of him, so that he could look at him well: "Look!" After the exclamation he lowered his pants together with the boxers.
"But you are?" Monica's eyes widened in surprise.
"I am an FtoM, I am a transgender boy and unfortunately I am not yet medicalized, and you like men Monica ... Now do you understand?"
"I understand ..." she said trying to repress a smile that Davide didn't know how to interpret. Had it become a joke of nature in his eyes? Well, it was time for the altars to be discovered.
Davide was about to put his clothes back on when Monica took his hand.
«Hey wait, this situation ... me, you half naked, in the toilet of the bar .... I got excited! "
"You're joking, right?" Davide's eyes widened in surprise.
"Not at all," she assured him smugly and after which she dropped to her knees in front of him as if she were going to give him a blowjob and in fact, grabbed him by the hips and began to lick, suck her lips, her clit and any another point he could reach, smiling pleased to hear his friend breathing loudly.
Davide could not understand. It was what he had always dreamed of. After all those years, after all that effort, Monica was finally there to suck his (micro) cock just like there was no tomorrow.
And that language…. God ... he knew how to kiss tragically well, he knew how to tickle, tease, he was able to drive him crazy. He managed to hold back for a little while, then squirted in her face ...
"You taste good," Monica said, staying on her knees and looking at him from bottom to top all covered in squirting. A scene from porn movies.
"Monica, what does this mean?"
"It means I like you. I have liked you for a long time but you were always on yours and then I used Marco to jealous you. I like you a lot, you're a beautiful boy. "
Davide took her by the arm and raised her, they looked at each other for a moment, after which the boy kissed her with a fierce despair, invading his mouth with an intensity that made her tremble. The kiss became more imperious intense and domineering as their lips moved together.
«Wait I have something that little
you should like it in your backpack. " Davide took it, so the backpack threw it on the ground, opened it and took out a soft and very realistic strapon, probably a 22x5cm.
Monica cleared her throat and smiled, her eyes shining with excitement. "Wow ... you're going to fuck me with this now, aren't you?"
"You can count on it!"
David got rid of his trousers and boxers, which by now had become too many and tied himself up and tore him around his hips; he grabbed the girl by the waist, pressing her with all his weight and pushing him with his face against the wall of the bathroom in the bar. He lifted her skirt and spanked her on the firm buttocks, causing her muscles to contract her pussy. He lowered her thong and spat on his fingers and felt her groping when he pushed two fingers into her cunt. It was soaked.
«You really are a whore Monica. You get wet like a puddle as soon as a friend of yours violates your cunt »
"I'm your bitch now! But please continue! "
"What a good skirt."
He spanked her again, a more intense, stronger spanking, then pulled her long blond hair vigorously, curled them in his hands, and, making her torso lift, he pressed his strapon against her back.
«I really have to punish you, for having fucked Marco in my place for all these years» - he whispered maliciously in the ear, licking his lobe, then with a single movement from the bottom up he sank his member completely inside her removing her breath, and then begin to move rhythmically clinging to his hips.
As he penetrated her with that cock, stupid and hard as plastic with his fingers, he began to chirp her clit.
"OMG!" Monica moaned. Davide's fingers danced on his clitoris, tickling, while he penetrated her with slow and inexorable thrusts.
Monica moaned, screamed and wiggled and her cunt became increasingly wet.
Davide then pushed himself out almost completely, then he penetrated her again firmly, making her feel every inch of his strapon.
The boy moved in and out, with frantic, powerful, almost uncontrolled thrusts and Monica was about to go crazy with the pleasure of those thrusts joined to the fingers that expertly massaged her clitoris. The sexting woman lost control over her orgasm and tried to stifle the scream of intense pleasure that was cutting her in two.
The orgasm lasted a long time, groaned violently, could not hold back the cry that testified the intensity of those sensations. Probably the whole place had heard them, but this made them horny even more.
The strapon, still inside the girl's cunt, was soaked with her liquids. David took her face with one hand, and kissed it with ardor and the sweet taste of his tongue filled her mouth. Monica, shocked by the pleasure, collapsed panting with her head on the shoulder of her friend, who encircled her in her arms so as not to drop her.
He shook his head, tried to chase everything about Monica out of his mind. Everything he had hoped for, wanted or dreamed of.
It is difficult not to feel torn by frustration when the one you love is so caught up in a man that you lose your reason. If at least Marco had returned her, instead he did nothing but use it to fuck. That man had the power to ignite Monica's well-known sexual appetites and his lucidity was going to get fucked. He didn't want to realize that he had always and only used it as a hole and he couldn't care less about her. And what was David's job? Just to make her cry on her shoulder every time that man unloaded her.
He had been beside her for years. He loved her as a woman, as a friend; he liked it, admired it, loved it, adored it; he loved her, loved her, loved her. He would have given his life for her. But it didn't matter, because she would always choose Marco.
Or rather his cock. For this particular of ...? 16? 18 cm? Monica could not be hers.
But maybe it was right: it is true, David had known Monica for years but had never revealed his secret to him.
After all, which pros? To lose her also as a friend?
That evening Davide and Monica were having an aperitif in a bar and as usual she got drunk and had become uninhibited.
David was distracted by his distressing situation to realize it.
"Hey! Davide, what's going on? You don't have a nice wax. You're not OK?" Her apprehensive voice brought him back to reality.
"No." he said in a firm and troubled voice.
"Well, if you want I can put you in line!" he replied with a smile that revealed an expert malice, almost defiant.
"No. You can't, forget it. I'm not that muscular sexting man with a square face who punctually unloads you. Remember? " David replied with ill-concealed disappointment
"You're an asshole! And I who also wanted to fuck you! »
«No, you don't want to. And you will never want! »
"What are you saying? »
"Come on, I'll show you!"
He took her by the hand and carried it with him to the toilet in the bar. He took her by the shoulders and placed it in front of him, so that he could look at him well: "Look!" After the exclamation he lowered his pants together with the boxers.
"But you are?" Monica's eyes widened in surprise.
"I am an FtoM, I am a transgender boy and unfortunately I am not yet medicalized, and you like men Monica ... Now do you understand?"
"I understand ..." she said trying to repress a smile that Davide didn't know how to interpret. Had it become a joke of nature in his eyes? Well, it was time for the altars to be discovered.
Davide was about to put his clothes back on when Monica took his hand.
«Hey wait, this situation ... me, you half naked, in the toilet of the bar .... I got excited! "
"You're joking, right?" Davide's eyes widened in surprise.
"Not at all," she assured him smugly and after which she dropped to her knees in front of him as if she were going to give him a blowjob and in fact, grabbed him by the hips and began to lick, suck her lips, her clit and any another point he could reach, smiling pleased to hear his friend breathing loudly.
Davide could not understand. It was what he had always dreamed of. After all those years, after all that effort, Monica was finally there to suck his (micro) cock just like there was no tomorrow.
And that language…. God ... he knew how to kiss tragically well, he knew how to tickle, tease, he was able to drive him crazy. He managed to hold back for a little while, then squirted in her face ...
"You taste good," Monica said, staying on her knees and looking at him from bottom to top all covered in squirting. A scene from porn movies.
"Monica, what does this mean?"
"It means I like you. I have liked you for a long time but you were always on yours and then I used Marco to jealous you. I like you a lot, you're a beautiful boy. "
Davide took her by the arm and raised her, they looked at each other for a moment, after which the boy kissed her with a fierce despair, invading his mouth with an intensity that made her tremble. The kiss became more imperious intense and domineering as their lips moved together.
«Wait I have something that little
you should like it in your backpack. " Davide took it, so the backpack threw it on the ground, opened it and took out a soft and very realistic strapon, probably a 22x5cm.
Monica cleared her throat and smiled, her eyes shining with excitement. "Wow ... you're going to fuck me with this now, aren't you?"
"You can count on it!"
David got rid of his trousers and boxers, which by now had become too many and tied himself up and tore him around his hips; he grabbed the girl by the waist, pressing her with all his weight and pushing him with his face against the wall of the bathroom in the bar. He lifted her skirt and spanked her on the firm buttocks, causing her muscles to contract her pussy. He lowered her thong and spat on his fingers and felt her groping when he pushed two fingers into her cunt. It was soaked.
«You really are a whore Monica. You get wet like a puddle as soon as a friend of yours violates your cunt »
"I'm your bitch now! But please continue! "
"What a good skirt."
He spanked her again, a more intense, stronger spanking, then pulled her long blond hair vigorously, curled them in his hands, and, making her torso lift, he pressed his strapon against her back.
«I really have to punish you, for having fucked Marco in my place for all these years» - he whispered maliciously in the ear, licking his lobe, then with a single movement from the bottom up he sank his member completely inside her removing her breath, and then begin to move rhythmically clinging to his hips.
As he penetrated her with that cock, stupid and hard as plastic with his fingers, he began to chirp her clit.
"OMG!" Monica moaned. Davide's fingers danced on his clitoris, tickling, while he penetrated her with slow and inexorable thrusts.
Monica moaned, screamed and wiggled and her cunt became increasingly wet.
Davide then pushed himself out almost completely, then he penetrated her again firmly, making her feel every inch of his strapon.
The boy moved in and out, with frantic, powerful, almost uncontrolled thrusts and Monica was about to go crazy with the pleasure of those thrusts joined to the fingers that expertly massaged her clitoris. The sexting woman lost control over her orgasm and tried to stifle the scream of intense pleasure that was cutting her in two.
The orgasm lasted a long time, groaned violently, could not hold back the cry that testified the intensity of those sensations. Probably the whole place had heard them, but this made them horny even more.
The strapon, still inside the girl's cunt, was soaked with her liquids. David took her face with one hand, and kissed it with ardor and the sweet taste of his tongue filled her mouth. Monica, shocked by the pleasure, collapsed panting with her head on the shoulder of her friend, who encircled her in her arms so as not to drop her.
