[ Ever since Loki showed him her female form, Chris has had that image in the back of his head, the picture of her tall and statuesque, her ample curves and strong lines, the fall of her hair and the swell of her breasts all tailor-made to appeal to him... It would have been impossible for him not to think about her. But Loki had said he preferred his male form to the female one, so he had simply tried to put it out of his mind, preferring to focus on the partner he had in front of him, not the specter of any other forms that could or could not come to be.
Maybe it was just a whim for him to turn into her, but Chris is very appreciative for the opportunity to enjoy this too, and he doesn't stop himself from letting out a heartfelt groan as Loki angles herself just right to slide down onto his cock in one steady push.
He doesn't worry so much about hurting her, trusting her body and the slick it produces — plus the slick he'd smeared all along Chris's cock before — which means he can lend his entire focus to the enveloping heat of her body as she bottoms out and settles down, her hips flush against his, her cunt clenching tight around the full length of his cock buried inside her.
Chris says something, he has no idea what it was or if it was even coherent, and wraps both arms around her, crushing her close and smearing a messy kiss along her collarbones before lifting his chin enough for a proper kiss to those painted-red lips. Is she wearing makeup? Is that just what this form is like? He has no idea, and he doesn't really care all that much; he just wants to taste her tongue and breathe in the air from her lungs and lose himself entirely in her body. ]
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Maybe it was just a whim for him to turn into her, but Chris is very appreciative for the opportunity to enjoy this too, and he doesn't stop himself from letting out a heartfelt groan as Loki angles herself just right to slide down onto his cock in one steady push.
He doesn't worry so much about hurting her, trusting her body and the slick it produces — plus the slick he'd smeared all along Chris's cock before — which means he can lend his entire focus to the enveloping heat of her body as she bottoms out and settles down, her hips flush against his, her cunt clenching tight around the full length of his cock buried inside her.
Chris says something, he has no idea what it was or if it was even coherent, and wraps both arms around her, crushing her close and smearing a messy kiss along her collarbones before lifting his chin enough for a proper kiss to those painted-red lips. Is she wearing makeup? Is that just what this form is like? He has no idea, and he doesn't really care all that much; he just wants to taste her tongue and breathe in the air from her lungs and lose himself entirely in her body. ]