As Samantha gazed down at Brian’s hard, needy cock her eyes naturally drifted down to his smoothly shaved sack dangling beneath it like two heavy walnuts.
Renee was wriggling around in there, she realized. A little white tadpole waiting for its one chance at finding an egg and living once again.
Was it wrong that Samantha was only thinking about herself now? Renee had meant so much to her not long ago, but that had been another life, another body, another reality. She couldn’t ruin her new life with a pregnancy now, even if it was Renee, the love of her old, male life.
“Is tonight the night?” Brian asked, his cock twitching, the pucker of his foreskin glistening with precum. Ready to mate her, to spill Renee into her womb.
I must still be a virgin, Samantha thought. But he still needed relief from his aching hardness. She wasn’t quite ready for sex but she had other options.
“Not tonight,” Samantha heard herself saying,”But I’m gonna take care of that still....”
She dropped to her knees before him, her hands and mouth knowing what to do, bolstered by memories of when Renee had pleasured her when she was still a he.
One hand went and cupped his balls softly in its palm, her wondering if Renee knew what was going on. Her other hand went to his shaft and peeled his foreskin down off the glistening purple head beneath. Leaning forward, she engulfed that sexy plum in her mouth and began to pleasure it.
I’m sorry, Renee, she thought, I just can’t do this now, I’ll try to make it quick.
Her tongue began to explore the curves and crevices of his glans and the string of pleasurable skin connecting it with his foreskin.
“Fuck....” Brian gasped, his knees already shaking.
It wouldn’t be long now....