Girls all seemed to cum in their own individual style and Evelyn’s was especially beautiful. Her blue eyes shone, and a tense smile lit up her face,... directed meaningfully right at me.My own orgasm was starting and I pumped rhythmically, squirting hypothetical sperm somewhere up into her ribcage, it felt like, while the sex high soared through my brain.The climax peaked, then ebbed away.Gradually we slowed to a halt. I pulled her pulsating little body to me and rolled us over, still connected. I. She notices you staring at her chest and then she glances down at your now bulging crotch. She gets a strange look on her face and with a lightning-fast hand rips your pants down the front, revealing your 9-inch member. She drops to one knee and says, "My lord I apologize, I didn't know it was you." What?" you say, confused. She replies, "Forgive me; I must explain. Our tribe has a legend that one day the chosen one will come, and instead of having a vagina, they will have what is known as a. We come together, for what seem long minutes. My hips involuntarily, driven by some primal urge, remain glued to your rear, seeking to get as much of my come into you as deeply as possible. I am mating you, the innermost instinctual regions of my brain seeking to breed you. Your brain urges you to respond in kind, making sure to keep thrusting your hips back onto me to ensure maximum penetration as I unload my torrents of semen into you. We are sexual animals, responding as lovers have. I put my arm around her as we sat there and she snuggled up close against me. She felt good sitting there, her warmth and softness against my side. I could have stayed there forever just like that save for one thing - I was famished! "Where did you want to go for dinner, Brittney?" I asked her after a bit of cuddling. "Dinner?" she asked. "Yeah, I don't know about you but I'm starving!" "Tom, you don't have to..." she started to say. "Now, honey, what kind of a host would I be if I didn't feed.