“Go to your room,” Janice said, sounding like her step-mother, Kurt’s mother, “and stay there. Each inhalation came sharp and fast. ass porn I needed to think. My clit throbbed in gratitude. They’re real!”
“Uh-huh,” I gasped, not caring about anything but that growing ache at the tip of my futa-dick. I want to feel that hot pussy milk my dick!”
“Your futa-dick!” she moaned. The doorknob rattled. I sucked in breaths, my body buzzing with euphoria. My pearly cum felt so naughty adorning her as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with such passion. A real life futanari!”
“What,” I groaned. I treasured it. She squeezed her tits bleeding through her soaked t-shirt, staring down at me with those smoky, hazel eyes. I whimpered, moaned, the pleasure rippling through me. She let out such a wanton moan, her cunt squeezing down on my dick. I fell to my knees, my hands shaking. Even if it felt incredible. The pleasure built through me. My futa-daughters were always so proud of me.
