To me, Mrs. Indian hot sex Mrs. Robinson wanted to turn me into a lab rat, run tests, the whole nine yards. Then, with practiced scientific detachment, she added several droplets of my spunk to a group of the beakers filled with her female synthetic. We were in a room across the hallway from the main lab, which was organized like a doctor’s office. Orgasmic fluids were coursing down Gabrielle’s legs, and I had a mind to add my own special blend to the mix. Everyone gives out pheromones. *** Read 48099 times |
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Humans don’t even have to be in heat; our bodies are screaming out all the time. She was a little on the skinny side, and didn’t take care to do perfect trimming down there, but she had a nice rack hidden in her baggy clothes. Robinson was then next to us, one hand reaching down to rub at Gabrielle’s clit while her other hand rubbed a firm breast, still perfectly formed in youth. Gabrielle had been a loyal assistant, running the experiments while watching me fuck Mrs. But I wasn’t about to let up on her. If I got horny, I could turn her into
