No erogenous part of my body had been touched, and yet the bliss of drinking her ambrosia had given me pleasure. Sex “You must be strong. Too quiet. A bow strung for too long ruined the string. Angela looked faintly disappointed. The world exploded in pleasure when her juices touched my pussy. I loved Kevin. I would have to listen to them make love. Xera’s cock was no different than a strap-on. She didn’t love me. But Angela was nearby. I couldn’t impregnate a human, only another hermaphrodite. My mind grew foggy. But Angela was nearby. Her cock slammed harder and harder down my throat. “Damn, that’s amazing.”
I touched her breasts, giving her pillowy mounds a squeeze. I nibbled and licked. My breasts heaved. My muscles were toned and some of the softness had vanished from my curves, but I hated walking. Sophia was the worse. I had fingered her several times, her pussy clenching down on my digits as she came. “You have such passion to share,” the Oracle smiled.
