While crying, she continued to peck Henry's face, rubbing her tears and nose, as if it could soften him: "Did you ask me why I saved money last time? I'm saving money, and then I'll go for surgery. Soon, not too long, I become a real woman, will you like..."
Henry was agitated all over, as if suddenly awakened by her words, he hugged Cathy's body abruptly and began to respond enthusiastically to her.
When the two of them rolled onto the bed together, Henry thought vaguely, if Cathy had actually undergone surgery and became a real woman, would he like it? All he knew was that Cathy's words just made him very painful.
Cathy's hands have slipped into his school uniform, her hands are so soft, and his desires are ignited wherever she goes. Henry pulled the school uniform off his head, straddled her, and looked at her condescendingly. Cathy let out an unexplained moan and reached out to touch his abs. Henry held her hand, slowly moved it down, and stopped on his crotch.
Cathy knew, she slowly got up from Henry's crotch, first rubbed two hands, and then held his penis through the soft crotch of school pants, squeezing it with her tongue. Henry gasped a few times and said, "Take it off."
After he finished speaking, he realized that he was using a commanding tone, but Cathy did not hesitate to take off his pants and underwear, and released his already erect penis. It bounced directly out and patted Cathy's face. She softly "Huh?" Henry quickly touched her cheek: "Does it hurt you?"
Cathy shook her head and rubbed Henry's hot and humid genitals with her cheek. She waited until she felt enough of the undulating blood vessels before she slowly contained his glans.
Henry's penis was completely erect, and he poked Cathy's throat hard. She didn't care at all, still swallowing hard and hot penis forcefully, welcoming it with soft flesh and the throat that twitched when retching.
She played Henry's cock very skillfully, and he couldn't help but shoot after not teasing him. The virgin's semen was thick and heavy, and it was only halfway through the ejaculation that he realized that his cock was still in her mouth, and when he took it out, she was still spraying, but instead she ejaculated her face with milky white liquid.
Cathy raised her head, but still kept her eyelids, looking at Henry's purple penis with obsessive eyes; she was still half-opened, as if she had just been thrusted by a thick sex organ and lost her elasticity, she was loose, and her red lips were still It's just spots, and the hollow of the tongue is full of semen.
Henry recovered from a moment of loss of consciousness, and what caught his eye was this lewd sight. He blushed and said, "Quickly spit it out." He put his hand under her lips, ready to pick up his own semen.
Cathy shook her head and swallowed it all. Then looked at him pitifully, "Am I good?"
Henry now has a hard cock and a soft heart. He didn't care about responding. He immediately took a deep kiss with her, then stretched his hand down, wanting her to feel refreshed. As a result, Cathy stopped his hand halfway through, and she whispered, "Don't touch it."
"Why?" Henry just wanted to repay him. Cathy made him too comfortable just now. "I have everything you have. What's so shy?"
He wiped Cathy's face with his wrinkled school uniform, wrapping his sweat and semen in it. Cathy whispered, "It's so strange, I'm still a man's stuff."
Henry pushed her down. Although he said "No, it's not weird", he was still a little nervous when he went down. Cathy wore a very old vest skirt today, the length is mid-thigh, it looks quite long when standing, but it can be easily smeared when lying down, revealing the roots of the thighs and lace panties.
Henry murmured, "How the hell did you hide your dick so well?"
Curiosity triumphed over timidity, and when he touched it with a real gun, he immediately put aside his psychological burden. He touched Cathy's lower body two times through his underwear, nothing unusual, perhaps because he had never touched a real woman either. Cathy flushed and grabbed him and said, "I still think it's weird..."
So Henry let go of his triangle area and rolled up his cotton skirt until it revealed the areola on his chest that had become bigger and deeper because of the emotion. He kissed her belly button and the middle of her breasts again, feeling Cathy trembling under him. He went up enough and found that Cathy was looking at him with beautiful eyes filled with mist. There were a lot of things he couldn't understand in his eyes, both longing and forbearing.
He asked Cathy, "Can I kiss here?" He restrained his original urge to call her sister, but now he really doesn't know how to call her. Cathy yelled when he got in, weak kitten. Henry didn't know how to eat her to feel comfortable, so he slapped it twice and spit it out. In exchange for Cathy's dissatisfied grunt, he hurriedly caught it again. Cathy said, "Tongue, use tongue..."
He understood, and began to imagine Cathy eating a lollipop. Sure enough, Cathy was licked comfortably by him, and the temperature on her body became higher and higher, and finally couldn't help holding Henry's hand and went back to her secret garden.
She took off her panties by herself, and pulled out a soft little thing from her lower body. This thing is flesh-colored, it covers her penis completely, and the outside is made into the style of plump labia. She let out a long and happy groan, and said: "It's too tight, it's so uncomfortable..."
Henry touched her penis. He wondered how he accepted this reality so quickly, and the nausea he had never felt before. He wrapped the trembling cock with his palm, shook it back and forth a few times, and then hesitated to ask Cathy, "What the hell should I call you?"
Cathy was so excited that he leaned back his neck and felt him stop moving, so he proactively thrust his waist into his palm, panting and saying, "You can call it whatever you want...you can move..."
Henry punched her in circles, using the technique he was used to when flying planes. He always makes himself cool, and he knows Cathy will feel cool too.
Cathy began to scream regularly, softly, more like a hum, ten fingers stuck in his thighs. Henry flicked for a while, then suddenly stopped, Cathy immediately lowered his head and looked at him with that kind of distracted look. His brain was hot, and somehow he ate her glans as soon as he lowered his head and sucked twice.
Cathy screamed and shot out while watching him, so he was able to see her expression at orgasm: two pieces of flying red now, mouth open, eyes dizzy, completely out of focus, and more rippling. Her chest was all red, and the milk that hadn't been taken care of was red and big, and Henry squeezed her with his fingers casually and she was trembling with sensitivity. "Strawberry." Henry couldn't help but whispered.
Cathy ate his semen by herself, but refused Henry to swallow it, and just took a piece of paper to ask him to vomit it.
Both people only had the strength to cling to each other's shoulders, and they still hugged silently after the lust subsided. No one said extra words, they all knew that this kind of relationship would not be visible and there would be no tomorrow, but the next time it felt like it came, they would still fight desperately.
Cathy kissed Henry's sweaty shoulder hard, leaving a not deep or shallow hickey. She was also covered in sweat. Henry wiped away the sweaty hair on her face. They took another very long kiss, sucking each other's lips, exchanging saliva and sweat. At the end of this, Henry was panting a little bit hard. Cathy touched his lower body and said, "Is it hard again?"
Henry sighed and pulled her hand away: "It became hard when I first touched you."
Cathy gave a very charming and a little shy smile. Henry was stunned when she saw it. She said, "Then I will help you."
Henry reluctantly fends off her: "It's okay... It's soft when you get rid of it."
"Well, I'm tired too." Cathy leaned on his arm. "Then I go back to sleep?"
Henry gave a soft "um", she staggered up, changed into a clean dress, and fell directly on the bed.
Henry looked at the bed board above his head. When the two people had a physical relationship, all understanding seemed to become a matter of course. He knew that he was finished when he hardened his body against this man. He even felt a little annoyed at his uncontrollable sexual impulse, and asked them to resolve the biggest conflict in the erect penis, swaying sweat. In the moaning, the final dying is in the pleasure of orgasm. He didn't get an answer. Regarding Cathy, no, Casey, what he didn't get was an answer to Casey's unspeakable secret.
He still has too many questions, why did Casey pretend to be a woman? Why do you want to betray your body?
Why do you want to have a relationship with him? Why do you want to lie to him?
But he knew that his body and instinct knew that he loved her and he also loved him. Even the moment he touched another penis, all he was thinking about was just how to make the other person happy. How bad this is, when a sixteen-year-old boy abandons the brain's worm in a rim ball sex, what else can you use to explain this behavior.
Henry understood that this was a fall that couldn't be turned back. He couldn't predict where they would end up, but he had fallen without a doubt. Even if he knew that none of them could make a promise to the relationship, Henry still had to go to school at dawn, and Cathy still had to pick up the guests after dark. This is their life, their life trajectory, this affair may be just a short-term accident.
"Casey."
It took a long time for Cathy to let out a dull "Huh?", and then said with an urn voice, "Why are you calling me this name?"
"This name sounds pretty good, can I call you like that in the future?"
Cathy murmured, "Whatever you want, don't yell in front of them." After thinking about it, he said, "Isn't Cathy nice?"
Henry said: "It sounds good too."
Cathy is probably sleepy, and said, "Go to sleep, don't think about it, you have to go to school tomorrow."
As soon as he said this, Henry knew that Cathy was exactly what he thought. They are all so sober and so confused.
Cathy was still asleep when Henry went to school the next morning, and he squatted over to her bed to look at him, as if he had become the timid boy at the beginning. She didn't know if she had cried again last night, he only dared to touch her wet eyelashes when she fell asleep.
"Sister?" Why did he blurt out this name again.
Cathy actually responded, muttering what he was doing.
"I'm leaving."
"...Well, will you come back tonight?"
"Do you want me to come back?"
"…do not go."
Henry said softly, "Okay."
He put his schoolbag on his back and walked to the door, remembering something when he put his hands on the handles, turned back and leaned over to Cathy's bed.
"What are you doing..."
"Sister, can you kiss me again?" She looked so beautiful with her eyes closed, and he couldn't hold back. He convinced himself that this must be the last time to call her sister.
A sneerful syllable popped from Cathy's lips, and she said, "If you want to kiss, hurry up, sister has to sleep."