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What was the excuse the moment you discovered you had been eating your best friend’s ass for the past five minutes?
That may sound like a strange question to some, but if it had been an innocent mistake due to circumstances, then there would be no fault. The problem there, though, was that one of them knew the truth, yet still remained quiet throughout the feasting on their private area. The sick thing? Both of them enjoyed it to a level where they wouldn’t have stopped even if they had made the discovery earlier.
One of the friends had came over late and crashed on their couch, while the other was having a late night of drinking and fighting. In their drunken stumble to home, they discovered their ‘girlfriend’ lying prone on his couch, ass practically begging to be tasted and groped.
No rational thought was given, like how the fact his girlfriend lived four hours away, or that the ass presented to him was far more toned, firm, and voluptuous than his girlfriends. The only thing he remembered was the deal they had “if any one of us falls asleep around each other, it’s all free game.”
The boyfriend still remembered that bet, hence why there was no attempt to wake ‘her.’ The later discover of a bulge rubbing against his wrist would make him wish he had double checked, but that would be too late—a waterfall of cum seeped down the femboy’s thighs before it was finally revealed.
The bottom had enjoyed the rimming of his life, but his best friend had secretly felt even more euphoria at the idea of finally pushing past all the stereotypes and fear in their head and finally testing out a femboy’s rosebud. The discovery? It was far too enjoyable for him to ever deny the truth of their sexuality; all that mattered was if they would accept it or not.
That may sound like a strange question to some, but if it had been an innocent mistake due to circumstances, then there would be no fault. The problem there, though, was that one of them knew the truth, yet still remained quiet throughout the feasting on their private area. The sick thing? Both of them enjoyed it to a level where they wouldn’t have stopped even if they had made the discovery earlier.
One of the friends had came over late and crashed on their couch, while the other was having a late night of drinking and fighting. In their drunken stumble to home, they discovered their ‘girlfriend’ lying prone on his couch, ass practically begging to be tasted and groped.
No rational thought was given, like how the fact his girlfriend lived four hours away, or that the ass presented to him was far more toned, firm, and voluptuous than his girlfriends. The only thing he remembered was the deal they had “if any one of us falls asleep around each other, it’s all free game.”
The boyfriend still remembered that bet, hence why there was no attempt to wake ‘her.’ The later discover of a bulge rubbing against his wrist would make him wish he had double checked, but that would be too late—a waterfall of cum seeped down the femboy’s thighs before it was finally revealed.
The bottom had enjoyed the rimming of his life, but his best friend had secretly felt even more euphoria at the idea of finally pushing past all the stereotypes and fear in their head and finally testing out a femboy’s rosebud. The discovery? It was far too enjoyable for him to ever deny the truth of their sexuality; all that mattered was if they would accept it or not.