“Just imagine my cock pumping in and out of that hot cunt. Indian Sex I dripped with pussy juices when I entered Miss Adair’s classroom. I needed it. You love it when my futa-dick fucks your asshole. By Shelena. I need you to finger my asshole.”
“Oh, wow,” said a futa named Ase Westerberg. Her cock emerged. “Do it!” I moaned, trembling, staring her in the eyes. “The mouth you got on you now. I bit my lip at the husky promise in her sultry voice. My hips swiveled, stirring her around inside of me. I’d have to wait until after the assembly to clean up. My slick asshole tingled. I groaned, fighting against that impulse, clenching my bowels down on her futa-dick. I wanted it so badly. She bought the lie. “You want me, Salome. I kissed Paloma with hunger. Be mine.”
“Oh, Goddess,” I whimpered, Shelena’s futa-dick hammering hard and fast into my bowels. They were hiding the jizz that already stained my butt-crack. Then I groaned as several members of the football team: April, Hazel Reed, Mbali Arendse, and Shelena Lovell. Her touch was incredible and… I’d love to watch that.”
“Yes,” said Lizaveta Kuznetsov.
