“UUch! Grabbing both of Gwen’s nipples she jammed her hips towards her prey; the cock dove into her victim’s eager cunt. Charmcaster was already pulling on her pants. She wasn’t even ten minutes from the trailer court. Ribbons from each tugged and pulled on her hips and ass. “Ummm.” She moaned. Obscured by her clothes. The orange fur turned to skin; arms and legs returned to human proportions. I am going on patrol.” Gwen Tennyson shouted as she stepped to the ground from the R.V.’s door. Whaert! She starts running, running for home. Most of the drool ran down her back into her ass crack. Wait! Her mouth, throat, and entrance to her stomach vibrate with acknowledgments. Aaah! Crushing the stretchable maternal into Gwen’s tits she spoke. He had been dancing all day at Tito’s. Hope spit into Gwen’s ear as she forced her head to the side. Gwen still stopped twice on her run to orgasm as the fight jerked and twisted the cock in her.
