“The internet,” grinned Jenna, her blue eyes twinkling. Monique, say the lines. “But we don’t need to worry about your makeup any longer. All these men, and a few women, watched. And now that you’re one of these futas…”
I shivered, feeling B’s magic at work. I nipped her nipple. I keep your futa-dick nice and hard, and let you cum whenever you want.”
“My futa-dick…” I bit my lip. “Something sexy and wild is coming to Monique,” I moaned, pumping towards my explosion. “Then you should hike up your skirt and let me eat your pussy.” Jenna wiggled her hips, stirring her snatch around my pussy. My boyfriend goes soft after he cums.”
“You’re having sex?” I gasped. Then tune in at Monday, 3 PM to Monique. “We’ll start with the camera pulled in on your face. Our tongues met, dancing around each other while I fucked my daughter so hard. You must have cum so…”
Luka’s eyes trailed off, staring at my futa-dick held in my daughter’s stroking hands.
