Futanari Adult Cinema Group Menage: Transsexual Futas Interracial Experience

By Savannah Simmons and Jennifer Lynne

For Savannah’s third trip to Aphrodite’s Adult Cinema, she takes part in her very first interracial ménage with four hot, hung black guys, plus the hunky proprietor of the cinema.
The scantily-clad futanari Savannah takes on all five black guys with gusto and experience, thoroughly embracing her openly exhibitionist, shemale alter-ego and not stopping until both she and all five hot young men are completely spent and incredibly satisfied. 
Explicit: 6,900 heart-pounding words of futas, transsexual, exhibitionist and interracial futanari ménage action.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JLE Publishing
• Release date: Dec 4, 2018

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All characters in these stories are fictional and 18 years or older

FUTANARI ADULT CINEMA GROUP MÉNAGE

TRANSSEXUAL FUTAS INTERRACIAL EXPERIENCE

By

Savannah Simmons

As Told To

Jennifer Lynne

FUTANARI ADULT CINEMA GROUP MÉNAGE

TRANSSEXUAL FUTAS INTERRACIAL EXPERIENCE

By

SAVANNAH SIMMONS

As Told To Jennifer Lynne

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EXCERPT

The guy to my right, obviously encouraged by his friend getting things started, began stroking at his cock through the tight denim of his jeans. I glanced down to watch and was amazed at the sheer size of the bulge in his crotch – he was packing something quite formidable down there!

Once more, my own cock twitched and throbbed, eager to be free of its tape and silken thong panty confines, and I shuffled a little in my seat to alleviate the ache down below the best I could.

The guy’s hand stroked the top of my bare leg, manoeuvring downwards in silken circles to the soft skin of my innermost thigh, his knuckles teasingly brushing against the thickening bulge in my silky panties. I let out a sigh of pleasure, my breathing deepening as I succumbed to the heady sensations that were beginning to course through my futanari body.

The guy to my right leaned over, his soft, warm lips kissing gently at my exposed shoulder, his teeth nibbling seductively at the sensitive skin there. He reached a hand around and began caressing my bare belly, his fingertips stroking me with firm but ever so tantalising movements, each touch of his hand setting my nerve endings on fire. He paused to toy with my dangling, sparkling belly button jewelry, his gentle tugs upon it yet more generating sparks of pleasure that shot all the way down to my epilated balls, and inwards to awaken my prostate. Then, he resumed his stroking of my midriff, allowing his hand to stray a little to the pointed curve of my perky, t-girl breasts.

He seemed entranced by the my boobs, and spent more and more time squeezing and massaging them, each of his actions rubbing sensuously against my nipples to add to the sexy sensations that were running around my shemale body. I glanced across at the guy, and was delighted to see that he had managed to release that monster cock of his from his jeans – it stood proudly to attention, long and thick, its bulbous head dark pink and glistening with slick precum in the flickering light of the theater.

The guy on my left ventured his hand up my smooth inner thigh, his dark, chocolate skin a delicious contrast against my pale flesh. I let out a soft moan as his expert fingers rested upon the bulge of my cock and balls, and I thrust ever so slightly against his hand in order to encourage