Many thanks to neuroparenthetical, who edited this story.

EPILOGUE

A young man in a dark suit enters the hotel room on the 10th floor. His blonde hair is tied in a short ponytail.

Evan turns away from the large window overlooking the large pedestrian square below.

“Where have you been?” he asks.

“I’ve got you a shirt,” Mylene replies.

“What for? I’ve got plenty of clothing.”

“You’re not going to meet your father in one of your tired t-shirt.”

“I’m not embarrassing you, am I?”

“Rodrigo always dresses sharply. You may want to pay attention. Learn a thing or two.”

“You sound exactly like my mother. Come here. I’ve been missing you.”

“Since this morning? You just woke up.”

“My cock has been missing you.”

Evan pulls Mylene closer, unbuttons her jacket, grabs her hips, and pulls her ass up. He sucks her ring pierced lower lip. She chews his. He places his hands on her face — thumbs over her cheeks, fingers on her neck. Her large tassel earrings swing and brush over them. She inserts her pierced tongue in his mouth and explores it from side to side.

“I can’t start my day until I fuck your ass,” he says. “You know that.”

She backs down from him, towards the counter table behind her. He follows her and raises her butt over, then manically unbuttons her trousers.

“Fucking sissy,” he says, “you are wearing panties.”

He Avrupa yakası travesti pulls the band of her bikini panties. They’re pink, with white animal designs.

“You know that…” he says between kisses, “every time you… lean forward… your panty line is showing?”

“I hope it does,” she says.

As she sits, he struggles to pull her pants from under her butt down to her mid thighs. Then he struggles some more to pull down her panties.

“Your ass got bigger.”

“No, it didn’t.”

He runs his hands around her seated bottom.

“I’m telling you it’s bigger. It was not so fat before.”

“No, it isn’t. I’ve measured it.”

He slips a hand between her legs, grabs her hairless package, rolls her penis between his fingers, and probes for her testes with his thumb. She pulls the elastic band holding her hair and shakes her head to make it flow.

“I love it when you wear a suit,” he says as he pulls her pants off her legs. “It looks so good on you.”

“I’d wear one more often, but it’s you who drags me half naked — mostly naked everywhere you go.”

“You’re so sexy when you are a man,” he says. He opens her legs and inserts his cock in her ass.

“I don’t feel much like a man with your dick inside me.”

Her body rests against the wall. It rocks with each of his thrusts. Her legs are spread wide and up in the air. Between Avrupa yakası travestileri her and his body, her dick, that’s too small to hang, points up and shakes when his hips slam in her ass. A narrow ring enters through its hole and exits underside, behind its head.

“Girly, sexually submissive man,” he says and grabs one of her tits over the shirt, then inserts a hand to twist her pierced nipple.

“Fuck you. Speaking of suits, what do you want me to wear when we meet Rodrigo? I could don one and look like a man. Like a normal man. The sexually submissive part only you will know.”

“Me and everybody else, from the first moment they look at you.” He gives her a soft slap across the face, then sticks his thumb in her mouth. “Wear one of your skimpy dresses. He might not recognize you otherwise.”

Mylene chuckles. “It’s only been a year.”

“A year since we eloped. Or should I say, since you ran away and took me with you.”

“It’s been fun.”

“More than I bargained for. I liked it. You’ve grown up a lot.”

“Ha! I don’t know what makes you such an expert. You’re the same jerk from the first day I met you.”

He pulls away from her. “Remove your clothes and get in the bed.”

She lowers her legs, removes her jacket and starts unbuttoning her shirt. It’s white and transparent. Its sleeves are flared.

“Keep the shirt on,” Evan Travesti avrupa yakası says. “I like it.”

Mylene sits on the side of the bed, then pushes herself to its center on her hands and feet. She turns on her belly and spreads her legs when Evan orders her to. He follows her from behind and plays with her ass for a while. He pushes her shirt above her waist, then circles her pucker with his thumb. Then he sticks two of his fingers deep inside her as far as he can and explores her rectum.

“I’ve never asked you this,” he says, then replaces his fingers in her ass with his dick. “It wasn’t important. But since we’re meeting Rodrigo today, I’d like to know. When did you two stop seeing each other?”

Mylene wriggles underneath him. “Do you want to know whether there was a time when I was sleeping with both you and your father?”

“Something like that, yes.”

“No.”

“That’s very decent of you.”

“Rodrigo called it off, not me.”

“Miserable slut!” he says and gives her two swats over her buttocks.

“When we met after you and me… after the first time you fucked me, I told him about it. He said it wouldn’t be proper to keep meeting.”

He leans over her and kisses her head, over her messy curls. “And now you’re mine.”

“You wanted me. You still do.”

He rolls to her side and asks her to climb over him. She squats on his dick and starts bouncing on it. With a hand behind her neck, he forces her to lean forward and give him a kiss.

“And you? Do you want me?”

He puts both of his thumbs in the corners of her mouth and pulls them apart.

“Being a man and some guy’s girlfriend can be a pickle sometimes,” she says slurring the words, “but I persevere. I want you, too.”

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