I grin as I remember my proposal… and I stare wildly as her massive dick and balls are put on prominent display. Indian hot sex although my voice is a tad more feminine than I’d like it to be. Even as her semen gushes out of me and onto the tile floor I refuse to give her the satisfaction. Oh Jesus Christ… and receptive! I grin as I remember my proposal… I’ve gained hundreds of pounds, and the wood under my two feet groans under the load. “Hee-hee-hee-hee!” she screams. She laughs evilly as I try desperately to get out from underneath her, but there’s nowhere to go. Behind me Sabetha is standing up and transforming slowly back into the evil old hag she will always be, cackling like the wicked witch of the west before disappearing with a shimmer. I can feel my insides changing. I’m desperately trying to think of something to satisfy my fucking undeniable biological obligations by myself when I hear a cackling snicker from behind the curtain of the bathtub. I continue to try to masturbate with my forearms, the aching need so powerful that it’s maddening, but even that quickly becomes futile as my anatomy continues to change.
