“You’re not like the other futas,” said Philippa. She let out a whimpering moan, the rope creaking as she shifted, her thighs whisking together. Desi sex Demure. Your dick… I kissed her with a hungry passion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
July 22nd, 2037
My half-sisters all stared at me in shock. She whimpered, matching my passion. Her body trembled as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. My heart screamed in my chest. I was drunk on this moment. She trembled. She wanted to see my girl-dick. I would love to hear her gasp and moan. She sagged, almost hanging by the wrists now. “I hope you don’t think…” She swallowed. Her screams and gasps echoed through the shack. “Yes, I’m a wanton whore, Christina,” she moaned, trembling. Understand?”
“I… It was such a beautiful thing to behold.
