59 MINUTES

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Izzy barely glanced up from her phone as Daniel kept messing with that stupid app.

“Still on that thing?” she muttered.

Daniel grinned, eyes flicking over the options. “Why not? It’s not real, but damn, it’s got everything in here.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, no shit.”

He hummed, scrolling. “Confidence boost… hypersexuality… full-body transformation. Oh, now this is interesting.”

Izzy rolled her eyes. “What, turning yourself into a werewolf or something?”

Daniel chuckled. “Nah, looks like I could make myself taller, buffer, or…” He paused dramatically. “…a pretty girl.”

Izzy snorted. “Please. You wouldn’t last a day.”

He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. “You think I’d be cute? Maybe, like… a hot blonde? Long legs, big…”

She tossed a pillow at him. “Stop.”

Daniel laughed, dodging it. “What? You wouldn’t want a sexy girlfriend?”

Izzy groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

Daniel grinned. “Fine, fine. Let’s see… seduction boost, increased confidence, and, oh…..”

Then Daniel let out a sharp gasp.

“Ugh. Shit,” he groaned.

Izzy frowned, sitting up. “Danny?”

He lurched to his feet, gripping his stomach like he was about to be sick. 

“I…uh. I’ll be right back,” he choked out, bolting toward the bathroom.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Izzy blinked. “Danny?“

Silence.

Minutes passed.

A knot formed in her stomach. “You okay in there?”

Still nothing.

Her pulse quickened. She stood up, walking toward the door. “Daniel?”

No response.

She pushed the door open. The bathroom was empty.

“What the fuck?“

A soft click echoed from behind her.

Izzy spun around.

And froze.

Lounging in the chair across the room, was her.

A woman. A gorgeous, impossibly stunning woman.

Long, silken hair spilled over bare shoulders. Sculpted legs draped lazily over the armrest. A skin-tight, barely-there black outfit clung to every curve.

And the eyes.

Dark. Smug.

Izzy’s stomach dropped. “Danny?“

The woman smirked, biting her lip in a slow, teasing motion.

“Mmm,” she sighed, stretching like a cat. “Not Danny.“

Izzy took a step back. “No. No way. This must be some kind of …“

The woman giggled.

“Oh, babe,” she purred. “Does it look like I’m joking?“

Izzy’s throat went dry. She couldn’t stop staring.

Danielle noticed.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Danielle trailed a finger down her collarbone, watching Izzy’s reaction with amusement.

Izzy’s hands curled into fists. “This isn’t real. I’m dreaming.“

Danielle just smirked, shifting in her seat, rolling her hips slightly as she uncrossed her legs.

“Feels pretty real to me.”

Izzy swallowed hard. “We…we need to change you back.“

“Back?” Danielle tilted her head, resting her chin in her palm. “Why would I want that?”

Danielle stood, heels clicking against the hardwood, closing the space between them.

Izzy tensed. “Danny…“

“Danielle,” she corrected smoothly.

Danielle reached out, tracing her wrist lightly. “Come on, baby.“

Her other hand slipped beneath Izzy’s hoodie, fingers teasing against the fabric. “You don’t really want to fix this, do you?“

Izzy flinched at the warmth of her touch. “We…“

Danielle grinned.

She leaned in, pressing the faintest kiss against Izzy’s jaw.

“Say my name, baby.”

Izzy’s breathed. “Danielle…“

The second it left her lips, Danielle shivered, her smirk deepening, dark eyes flashing with satisfaction.

“Mmm,” she purred. “That sounded so good coming from you.”

Her body pressed into Izzy’s, warm and soft. Her fingers ghosted over Izzy’s waist, teasing, dragging down so slowly before slipping under the hem of her hoodie.

Izzy sucked in a sharp breath.

“See?” Danielle murmured, lips hovering just over hers. “You feel that, don’t you? That little thrill?”

She trailed a single nail up Izzy’s side, making her tremble.

“That little ache?”

Izzy’s lips parted, her chest heaving. She needs to stop. I should stop this.

Danielle’s mouth brushed against her … light, teasing.

Another kiss. Barely there.

Then another.

Lower.

Lingering.

Izzy’s hands twitched at her sides.

Then Danielle moved in.

Hard.

Needy.

Danielle didn’t tease this time. She took, capturing Izzy’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her hands sliding up, fingers threading into Izzy’s hair, pulling her closer. Their bodies pressed together, heat surging between them, Danielle’s nails digging into Izzy’s waist as she claimed her.

Izzy gasped into it, her head spinning, her body betraying her as her hands grabbed at Danielle’s hips, pulling her in instead of pushing her away.

Danielle moaned against her lips, kissing her deeper, tongue flicking out, demanding, possessive.

Izzy felt herself melting.

She was losing.

Danielle pressed harder, lips moving faster, her hands roaming, pulling Izzy under, drowning her in sensation.

And then…

Izzy ripped herself away, gasping, her chest heaving.

Her lips burned, tingling from the sheer force of it.

Danielle barely stumbled, her smirk dangerous.

“That’s my girl,” she whispered, voice thick with satisfaction.

Izzy clenched her fists, fighting the need still clawing at her skin.

God, she wanted.

But this wasn’t right.

“Danny…” She gritted her teeth. “Danielle, we need to fix this.”

Danielle’s tongue flicked out, running over her own lips, eyes hungry.

“Fix?” she echoed.

Then she grinned.

“Oh, baby…” she purred.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

Danielle picked up the phone and smiled.

Izzy’s pulse spiked.

She wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but the smug look on Danielle’s face set off every instinct to run.

Danielle paused, locking eyes with her, dragging the moment out, letting the tension build.

Then she pressed the button.

Nothing.

Izzy flinched, bracing for—something—but… there was nothing.

She blinked. Her heart pounded, fingers curling into fists. “What did you do?“

Danielle smirked. Tilted her head. “Wait for it, baby.“

Izzy opened her mouth to snap back…

Then her stomach lurched.

“Oh—“

A pulse of heat exploded inside her, deep, rolling outward in thick, liquid waves. It surged through her veins, wrapping around her spine, clawing up into her skull. Her vision swam, her breath caught, her legs trembled.

“Oh fuck.”

Her fingers twitched uncontrollably. Her skin prickled. Her whole body felt like it was too small … or maybe too much.

“What,” Izzy gasped, clutching at her stomach, but the words dissolved as the sensation took over.

It wasn’t pain.

Not really.

It was something else.

Something she should hate.

But then why did it feel so good?

A strange calm spread through her, like slipping into warm water. Soothing. Familiar. Right.

Her body felt lighter. Her muscles loosened, tension melting away.

Her thoughts were sharper. Clearer. Stronger.

The hesitation she’d always carried was gone.

Why?

Why had she ever hesitated?

She was better than that.

Stronger.

More… dominant.

Izzy inhaled sharply, her breath steadying, her body relaxing.

Her eyes flicked to Danielle.

And something clicked into place.

A new thought. A new truth.

Mine.

Danielle wasn’t just standing there.

She was waiting.

Waiting for her.

Waiting to be claimed.

Izzy licked her lips, and a slow, satisfied smirk curled at the edges.

Yes.

This was right.

Heat flared beneath her skin again, but this time, it wasn’t overwhelming.

It was power.

Her spine straightened, shoulders rolling back as her body shifted, refining itself into something stronger, sharper, irresistible.

Her hoodie and leggings melted away, replaced by silk. The fabric draped over her in a way that commanded attention.

She breathed in, running her nails along her collarbone, feeling the electricity humming beneath her skin.

She knew who she was now.

Who she was meant to be.

She locked eyes with Danielle.

Danielle shivered. “Oh. Oh, fuck.“

Izzy’s smirk deepened.

She took a single, commanding step forward and watched as Danielle instinctively stepped back.

Izzy caught her wrist before she could move any further.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

Danielle gasped softly, lips parting, pupils blown wide.

Izzy grinned.

She owned this moment.

She owned her.

“You’re mine now.“

No but it makes my clittie drip

Confused

I blink, staring at the ceiling. My head feels… weird. Like I just woke up from the deepest sleep of my life, but my brain is full of static.

Something’s wrong.

I sit up, groggy, rubbing my face. My fingers sink into something soft. I pull and long silky strands slip between my fingers. Blonde.

I freeze.

That’s not right. My hair is short and brown. I pull again, harder this time, but the golden locks stay attached. No, no, no…this isn’t….this can’t be…

My heart pounds as I scramble up, only to feel a strange weight on my chest. My arms press against something soft, and…oh god. I look down.

Two round, perky breasts sit right there. On me.

No. I…I don’t…

I grab them instinctively, feeling their shape, their weight, the warmth of my own hands against them.  They’re sensitive. Have they always felt like this?

I stand on shaky legs, the room tilting as I rush toward the mirror. I have to see. I have to.

The girl in the reflection is stunning.

She can’t be me.

Long, wavy blonde hair, big blue eyes, soft, kissable lips. Her body is toned and curvy in all the right places, her skin impossibly smooth. She’s wearing a tiny red bikini that barely covers her…my figure.

I lift a shaking hand to my face. The reflection does the same.

That’s me.

No. No, this is wrong. I had brown hair. I was taller. I was a guy.

But if I was so sure, then why… why can’t I remember my own name?

I know I was a guy.

But I press my thighs together and nearly collapse when I feel the horrifying absence between them.  I put my hand to the warm, wet slit where a penis should be.  It feels so good.

I try to focus, to distract myself from this feeling, but my head feels like mush. My thoughts are sluggish and warm, slipping away the moment I reach for them. Why can’t I think?

I was…I was smart.  Right?

I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ground myself, trying to fight back the haze creeping into my thoughts.

This isn’t right.

I’m not supposed to be like this.

Am I?

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only makes things worse. My chest rises and falls in a way that feels … natural?

I stare at my reflection, searching for something that will prove this is all some kind of mistake. But as I move, adjusting my stance, shifting my hips, I don’t feel clumsy or awkward. In fact, I move with a kind of effortless grace I don’t remember ever having.

I don’t remember ever walking like this, but somehow, I just know how to sway my hips in a way that draws attention. I don’t remember wearing makeup before, but when I reach for the vanity, my hands move on their own, uncapping a lipstick and applying it with perfect precision. My lips pout instinctively, and…oh god.

I look hot.

No. No, no, no, this isn’t me! I’m not a girl! I’m not supposed to want to look sexy!

But then… why does it feel good?

My eyes flick toward the door. I should be panicking. I should be looking for a way to fix this, to undo whatever the hell happened to me. Instead, I catch myself thinking about going out.  About walking through a crowded place, feeling eyes on me.

Not just any eyes. Men’s eyes.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, a strange, electric excitement I don’t understand. My mind flashes with images of strong hands on my waist, warm lips against my neck, deep voices murmuring in my ear.

I shudder, my thighs pressing together. There’s that feeling again.  That warm, intoxicating feeling.

No! I…I wasn’t into guys! I was straight! I liked…

But what did I like?

The more I try to remember, the fuzzier it gets. I should be freaking out. I should be trying to fight this.

But, what if I just…lean into it? Just for a little while?

What’s the harm?

Maybe I was wrong.  Maybe I’ve always been a hot, sexy woman.  Maybe I’ve always desired buff, dominant, Alpha males.  Maybe I’ve always wanted to get pounded by their massive dicks over and over and over again.

Yeah, the more I think about it. That seems right.

I must have just been confused.

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warning; smut, age gap, older nat, fingering, oral sex

your parent go on vacation for a week and leave you at their friend Natasha's, one night you have a dream about her, a dream you should not be having, and you awake soon after, you walk downstairs to find her sitting there in something rather revealing...

 my parents are on vacation for the week, and they left me to stay with their friend Natasha, she’s rich and drop died gorgeous. I sort of know her, I met her 4years ago when I was 15, she always seemed mysterious to me but god knows why my parents didn’t just leave me at home I mean I am 19, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be around her, but damn was it awkward I couldn’t explain how but it was there.

I was now lying-in bed, I had just woken up after a dream, a dream I shouldn’t have been having about Natasha, God the way she had taken control, the way she moved her hands -no stop thinking like that y/n no that’s wrong.

I turned to look at the clock, 1:31am. I feel all sweaty and horny now, I decided to go down to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, I started to walk down the stairs in my oversized t-shirt and wet (thanks to my dream) thong, I turn the corner into the kitchen to see the woman I just had a dream about sitting there in her silk black house coat hanging open so I could see her red lingerie while she drank some red wine, ‘fuck Natasha this isn’t helping’ I thought

‘’hey what you doing down here at this time?’’ she asked, pulling me out of my inappropriate thoughts.

‘’getting a bottle of water but you know I could ask the same’’ I say nodding toward her glass of wine

‘’oh, it's nothing’’

‘’the glass of wine at 1 in the morning says otherwise’’ I get a bottle of water and sit next to her at the bar stools

‘’so why are you up?’’ Natasha asks 

‘’dream woke me up’’ I answer hopping she won't ask any further questions

‘’hmm what was it about?’’ I blush not really knowing how I was going to answer that ‘’sweetie what was it about?’’ she places her cold hand on my knee it felt like a nice contrast to my now burning skin the only thing is now I feel like I can’t lie, I feel like it's just going to fall out my mouth ‘’tell me’’

‘’y-you’’ and it does

‘’me, huh?’’ she smirks

‘’can I have some of this please?’’ I’m not asking I’m stating, I need something to calm me down, to take my mind off her

‘’you sure your aloud to do that?’’

''most Definity not'' I reply as I quickly pick up her glass, just as the red liquid is about to pour into my mouth perfectly, she pulls the glass away, rude.

''ah ah ah no pretty babies like you need help to big girl things'' I want to retaliate against her, but something stops me, she's making me feel small and I can't help but let her do so ''come here detka'' Natasha says as she pat's her lap, I climb over to straddle her lap ''good girl'' God if she knew what that did to me. she puts one hand on my chin as the other brings the glass up to my lips, she pours some into my mouth while making eye contact, finding it too much I look down just now remembering what she is wearing, her boobs look so big and perfect, i don't even notice her pull the glass away ''mommy's eyes are up here detka''

my eyes snap up at the name ''mommy?'' I smile, and suddenly that feeling appeared in my stomach.

''you like that detka, mommy's baby huh?'' a moan accidentally slips passed my lips, oh that's embarrassing, I hide my face in her neck.

''staring at mommy's tits earlier, you like mommy's boobs huh?'' Nat smirks, she pulls my chin up to look at her, having no idea what to say I just look at her ''wanna touch mommy's tits?'' I blushed, Natasha takes my hand in hers and guides it up to her boobs until my hand rests upon her tit ''what'd you think detka?''

''mmmmh'' is all I can give her

''get on the counter pretty baby'' and so I climb up onto the counter just like she asked ''god mommy to eat your pretty little pussy so bad detka''

''fuck'' i groan at her words, she starts to pull my panties down and when there fully off she looks down to my pussy then up at me, Natasha crashes her lips onto mine, i moan into her mouth as our tongues start to dance, I end up pulling away for air .

Nat starts moving down my body taking my shirt off and kissing my chest all the way down to my pussy

''mmm can't wait to eat my baby out'' mommy groans

''do it then'' I dare final feeling like me again

''ohh look who got her voice back, beg'' she orders

''please please mommy please please eat my tight little pussy out please mommy plea-'' I'm stopped by her attaching her lips to my clit

''oh oh ughh mommy fuck''

''so wet for me baby'' she mumbles against me sending vibrations all thought out my body making me arch my back ''such a good girl for mommy''

''god mommy fu-'' that when we are interrupted by my phone ringing

''answer it'' she demands as she continues her attack

''WHAT Natasha are you crazy?!!?'' i yell

''baby I said answer do you want to cum? because if not you can just ignore me'' well I had to answer now

''hey sweetie'' I heard my mom's voice though my phone, shit I didn't it was her

''hi mo- oh'' i moan when Nat inserts two fingers into me, Nat chuckles at my reaction and starts to move her fingers inside me giving no mercy

''are you ok y/n?'' my mom ask with concern in her voice

''mhm'' is the only thing i respond with to scared I'll moan again

''good girl'' Nat whispers smirking up at you as she moves her move off your clit, moving her fingers faster

''ok well how's it staying at Nat's?'' my mom questioned

''great'' my voice shakes out

''great huh?'' Nat says, she then attaches her mouth to one of my nipples, making that feeling appear in my lower abdomen.

''maybe she can just keep you then'' my mom jokes

being too lost in the fog of the pleasure Nat is making me feel ''god yes, ugh she can keep me!'' I moan in reply to my mother as Natasha hits the spot that drives me crazy

''just a joke y/n'' my mom chuckles

''what would your mom think if she knew her precious little angel as lying on my kitchen counter being fuck dumb by her mommy'' she whispers in my her, biting my ear lobe.

''mom why are you calling it's really late?'' i asked trying to sound as normal as I possibly could with Natashas fingers knuckle deep inside me

''oh, sorry I forgot time difference'' she chuckles to herself

''okay mom, well I'm tired so imma go''

''oh well one last-'' that was when i hung up i was about to cum i refuse to do so with my mother on the phone

''gonna cum mommy'' i moan

''mm yeah? gonna cum all over mommy's fingers?''

''mhmmmm'' and that's when my orgasm came crashing down

''ohh baby you look so pretty when you cum for mommy'' Nat groans

''Nat do you think you could convince my parents to let me stay with you longer?'' i ask as soon as i catched my breathe.

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“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”

You are nervous, conflicted, and scatter-brained as you take your seat. The confessional is dark. You shed your coat and lay it across your lap. It’s warm in the church, in stark contrast to the sharp chill of the outside wind. You pull a hand through your hair, taking a deep, nervous breath, and trying to make yourself comfortable.

“May the Lord help you to confess your sins.”

A month or so ago, your church had introduced a new priest as the standing one retired. He is young, brilliant, kind, and absolutely stunning: tall with deep brown hair falling about his jaw and dark brown eyes. His features are sharp — an angular jaw, deep-set eyes, and high cheekbones. His voice is deep and smooth, even alluring. Slowly, you noticed that you had been allowing your mind and eyes to wander during mass. You started to wonder how strong he is. How soft his hands are. What he smells like when he holds you close to him. What his lips would feel like against your skin. How his body looks under his cassock. How big his…

“My child, are you alright?”

His voice snaps you back to reality, and you clear your throat.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you hastily answer. “This is difficult for me.”

“Take your time. I am here to listen and guide you down the right path,” he comforts.

Instead of warm, you begin to feel like you’re overheating. His voice alone arouses you, much to your dismay. You fumble with the top button of your shirt, loosening it and pulling at your collar. You try to ignore the carnal desires of your flesh, but your slacks are beginning to feel a bit tight.

“I have uhm… been having impure thoughts, Father.” Your hands begin to shake, nervous about how this will cause him to view you. He has seen you many times at the soup kitchen, and he knows you participate in a lot of local charity. For reasons you can’t seem to place, you care a lot about what he thinks of you.

“I see…” he hummed. There is a long pause as you fiddle with the rosary in your hand. “Have you acted on these desires that are driving your thoughts?”

“No,” you fib. Even in this confessional, where you are supposed to pour yourself out to the Lord, you cannot find the bravery to admit that you have acted on these desires. But you do it alone, where no one knows the vile things you fantasize about.

“Hm… well. Everyone has lustful thoughts. It is natural, as we are born with a sinful nature. It happens to us all.” His voice is calm and comforting. Your imagination runs wild with more questions yet again.

“Even you, Father?” You say it before you can manage to stop yourself. The tinges of curiosity got the best of you. You tell yourself that it’s for own comfort — to know that you aren’t alone in your thoughts and struggle with them. But under the surface, part of you yearns to know what he thinks about when he’s alone, with no other outside influence. You wonder, does this servant of God have the same sinful thoughts? Does he have to repent for the same sins? And even more so — am I the reason?

“Yes, my child. Even me. I, too, have been born into sin. I am human, just like you.” You wonder what he likes… his preferences. If he likes it rough or if he’s more of the gentle kind. What words he would whisper to you while he touches you. You wonder how he sounds when he cums.

You finally work up the courage to look at him through the screen. His eyes are serious, but not judgmental. He is beautiful in the dim light of the confessional. With your eyes locked together, the sparks inside you catch, and you have decided you are no longer here to be cleansed of your sins. You are here to give yourself over to them.

But this man has taken very serious vows. He has made unbreakable promises — to himself, his colleagues, his superiors, his congregation… and to God. You know there is no way that he would throw all of that away. You recognize that these desires are one-sided killing that flaring spark in your mind, but oh, how you crave him. At this point, you can deny it no longer.

“This is a heavy and serious topic with many complexities. This conversation may take a little while to get through. We may want to meet about this in a more private setting, where I have more time to tend to your concerns. Would that suit you?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly. So much so, in fact, that you blush, embarrassed once again.

“Wonderful. In an hour, I will meet you here again, and we can discuss this in my study. Peace be with you.”

“And also with you.” You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “Thank you, Father.”

As you sit in the chapel waiting for him, your mind races. Your mind is occupied with images and ideas most disgraceful. The way he would feel deep inside you, crying out in ecstasy. How beautiful his bare body would look in the low, orange-yellow glow of the study lamplight. What he may do with you when you are alone, with only God to judge. Your body is filled with can ache that only he can satisfy. You pray for release.

Soon after, you are on your knees in his study, hands clasped together in front of your chest, rosary tangled in them.

“The best thing about our Savior is that he is all-forgiving. No matter what horrible things you may think or say or do, you can always seek him for forgiveness…” You open your eyes and see his cassock falling off his shoulders as he glides it off. Under it, he wears black pants and a black button up shirt.

You feel yourself getting hard all over again. Your heart is absolutely racing. In this moment, with him towering over you, you come to the jarring conclusion that you do not want him despite the fact that he is your priest. You want him because he is your priest.

He places a hand on top of your head. You tilt your head slightly back, welcoming his touch, and feel the cold beads of his rosary resting on your forehead. He closes his eyes to pray, and you do the same. His hands are soft and warm, tender and comforting. His cologne is intoxicating. Your mind begins to stray yet again, but his soft, yet authoritative voice brings you back in.

“Lord, forgive us for what our flesh leads us to do.”

You repeat his words in your head… ‘us?’ Before you have time to question what it may mean, you hear the quiet ringing of a belt buckle and open your eyes to see him unbuttoning his slacks, his belt loose and undone. He looks down at you.

“Is this the kind of cleansing you have come here for?” He coos. You freeze, afraid to answer. But he comforts you again as he pulls his boxers down just enough. “It’s okay. You can tell me. It’s just between me, you…” he spits into his hand, “…and God.”

You nod, hands still folded in front of you. Inside, you are melting. He wraps his fingers around his big, thick cock, slowly and gently stroking as you watch. With the other hand, he gently holds your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. The rosary is still tangled in his fingers. You admire him, in all his filth and sin. This is what you wanted. What you were desperate for. What you thought about and touched yourself to in the shower. What you dreamed about last night. This is it.

“Stay still. Just open your mouth.” His gentle instructions are your permission. He teases your tongue, barely allowing you to taste the tip of his dick. Your mouth waters as you gently suck on it, watching heavenly pleasure wash over his face. If this is sin, why does it feel like such a release? A victory? A relief of so much painful tension? Why does it feel so good? His once gentle fingers grip your hair as he lets out a soft moan, wiping your mind clean of all these worries and stresses. You decide will let him guide you. “That’s it… let me cleanse you, my child… from the inside out.”

When I'm home you're relieved out of your house duties. Be naked in front of my eyes 24/7. Start the day with giving me head and help me get bath stroke my cock help me jerk off. Order pizza for us and let me fuck you while you're eating. Sit on my lap and slide up and down while chewing every bite of it. Lay with me naked or watch movie with me naked on the couch. I want my cock inside you while you watch tv I'm gonna breed you over and over emptying my balls again again whenever i feel like they're full and. You'll be an absolute fleshlight for entire day you don't get to utter a word but moans. I only want to hear your pretty loud moans when I'm railing you. I want your tiddies bouncing and slapping over my chest. Slap them for me bite them for me cause my hands are pretty busy grabbing your hips guiding them up and down on my cock. The night is not change even. Gonna tie your hands to the headboard and tease you edge you for hours gonna make you beg for your release and for my cock inside you. You'll absolutely have to be vocal about it show my move your hips cry, scream tell me you want my cock. If I'm pleased then you're going to have it. Just gonna breed you then again and again till the morning your pussy full of my cum dripping out the whole nignt. Aim is not to make you walk straight.

All the time. I dream of having a man to do this anytime anywhere. Fill my boi pussy with your hard manly cock. Take my little clittie & turn it into a pussy for a 3rd hole to fuck. I’d be your perfect full figured Amazon Queen after you feminized me.