Cross-dresser Drinks Cum

Now I was getting pissed.

"So what?" I asked.

Nikki quit laughing.

"It just so happens I have a surprise for you," she said.

Nikki reached behind her back to unzip her red dress. Our eyes locked together as the zipper came down. She burned with intensity as she let her arms fall to her side so her dress could fall in a heap around her ankles. Nothing covered her silky, white skin but a black bra and matching panties. Hooking her thumbs into the panties, she pushed them down to her ankles. When she stood up, I had the surprise of my life.

A hard, seven-inch cock pointed straight at me.

"What the fuck?" I asked.

It was tough to take my eyes off of Nikki's manhood, but I finally peeled them away to look at her face. She was smiling broadly.

"Surprised?" she asked.

"Nikki," I said, "I wouldn't be any more surprised if I opened the paper tomorrow to find out Boy George was straight."

We both laughed. I still couldn't believe it. But there it was: a stiff cock pulsating with Nikki's heartbeat. Her pubes were shaved clean.

"So let's get this straight," she said. "I'm a secret fag, and I kept it from you. You're a secret fag, and you kept it from me."

"I think that sums it up," I said.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

Her gaze locked on to me like a laser beam.

"I think that means we can be secret fags together," I said.

Nikki grabbed my hand and yanked me into her bedroom.

"Get on your knees, you cunt, and suck my cock," she said.

My entire body trembled as I hit my knees. I grabbed the base of the cock to steady it and opened wide. The moment my lips touched her flesh, Nikki threw back her head. Her long hair disappeared over her shoulders.

"Ooooh fuck," she said. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this."

Nikki moaned as I pushed my head down her rod. I hadn't sucked many cocks, but I knew enough to keep my teeth out of the way. I gave her nothing but soft, wet flesh.