Can't Stop Staring Part 4
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It was the last day Mark would show up at my door in the body of a hot girl. Tomorrow, he’d have to go back to being his chubby awkward self. As soon as I let him in, he practically dragged me to my room. There was no pretense now. No shyness about getting naked. We both knew what we wanted. I laid back on my bed, and he went to straddle me to milk my cock with his wet pussy. This had been our go to the last couple of days. It got us both off, but we still avoided penetration. But before he settled in, he winked at me, and spun around, giving me a great view of his butt. “You can stare at my ass this time,” he giggled. I didn’t know till later that he was doing this to have a better look at my dick and balls. I didn’t care. I was gonna throw caution to the wind since he wouldn’t be looking at me and reach around when I was close and grab those perfect tits of his. The desire in both of us to keep pushing the limits was so high. We were both playing with fire and we knew it, but we didn’t care. And then what seemed inevitable finally happened. As Mark rocked back and forth on top of me, he lifted my dick a little too much, and I slipped inside of him. I’m pretty sure he did it on purpose, and if so, I loved him for it. “Ooh finally,” he moaned. “You’re right where you belong. Shit it feels good. Dude, I feel like I should bounce on it.” And that’s what he did. And very quickly, I felt a wonderful pressure in my balls building. “Fuck!” he yelled as he went even harder. “We should have been doing this all week!” He was right. We should have. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I do know that today and tonight, we’re gonna fuck as many times as we can. I hear that if someone gets pregnant while swapped, they have to stay that way till after they give birth. Who knows. Maybe we’ll get lucky.