The ecstasy washed through my mind, drowning my thoughts. I grasped her futa-cock. Indian sex I wanted to wash her quickly. I slipped it off my shoulders, my round breasts coming into view. I touched her silky skin. “Futas need their nipples washed, too.”
I whimpered and slid my hands up her body. It’ll be over fast. You’ll love it.”
“I… A tangy musk filled the air. It was nothing like masturbating or even when Samantha rubbed my tits while we made out. She wasn’t fumbling like futas who groped me throughout the day. It was so huge, an dark shaft reaching for my stomach. Harshly. I bit my lip, staring down by the president realizing I was about to see a naked futa for the first time. “I’m her girlfriend.”
“We’ll see,” laughed Xanth, a Hispanic futa from my health class. They were like a pack of wolves, all hungry and salivating to feast on me.
