RIGHTS OR NOT...  August 23, 1789, Épinac.— Mark! Did you read that...?—What then, Jean-Paul?— The assembly of elected officials of the Third Estate voted for a “Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen”.— Always “The Man”... and why not “The Woman”?Jean-Paul, bright-eyed, approaches Marc and her skirt, lifting one side of it to caress her pretty bare buttocks.- Come on, my dear, you know how to do it so well with the rest of us.Marc is one of those who hardly like their birth sex, dresses as a woman and gives himself to them.— You know very well that I'm not a stutterer... you always have a way of making me melt.Jean-Paul corners Marc against the wall behind “her”. This time, with both hands he lifts the skirt, baring the thighs with the beautiful pink stockings. He kisses her greedily.— I want to feel my cock in your throat... beautiful slut. Come on, get on your knees.Obedient and already excited by the same desire, Marc puts himself in position, releasing, through the opening of the pants, the penis already stiffened with desire. She already takes the wet, red glans between her lips in order to flatter it as it should be.— Ooooh yes, moaned Jean-Paul, how expert your lips are.No longer able to hold it, he sinks himself into the depths of this offered mouth, beginning a jerky back and forth.The glutton is worthy of her rank. Jean-Paul, taking her head in his vigorous hands, pounds her like those machines of Monsieur Cugnot.- Ooooh yes, I'm going to cum!She can do nothing other than welcome this enormous thing inside her that is stuffing her throat. In one last powerful moan, Jean-Paul sprays her with his cum. Then, trembling from this effort, he puts his tail back in place himself.— Marc, there is no one better than you... even women, I mean those who have all the attributes... cannot compete with you.Marc would almost blush at this tribute, but he also does not forget that he earns a few coins to maintain his appearance.— Thank you, my darling, but you still owe me something... Jean-Paul laughs heartil ...

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