Unlike my make-up tutorial channel, which is probably where you know me from anyway, this page is going to be more career-oriented.Officially, I am an... Outsider Biologist, specializing in common and exotic reproductive habits. It’s a super-classy way of saying I study how monsters fuck! And yes, I do love my job. But it was recently pointed out by one of my more regular, human friends that there’s a really high barrier of entry to even recreational monster-fucking. Namely, most humans don’t. I shoved my hands down my body to rub my pussy through my jeans and panties, my juices flowing. I moved to my bed, staring at my sisters’ dainty, delicate unmentionables. I licked my lips and... That box sat there on my desk. I could feel it. I threw a look at it over my shoulder. It was so mysterious. This text. This object. This was so crazy. Why would anyone send me this? It was like some sort of weird prank and... “Dammit!” I whirled around. “Stupid box!”I couldn’t focus on masturbating. It was always the other one; his enemywho got the attention, personal and public that was rightfully his. Iguess the press feel a geeky nerd like me has as much appeal and glamouras a sack of dead mice! Riley said savagely. But he would be revenged. Ifyou cut geeks and steal their rightful place should they not seek revenge?He misquoted.Riley put a savage smile on his bland face. Well his searching into mythshad paid off. Let his enemy laugh this off. He had found a body swapspell. Not only. I´d just taken riker, my liver coloured labrador for his walk, got in and showered, had something to eat and settled down to what had become my nightly routine - put my laptop on the coffee table in front of the sofa, click on a porn site and spend the next 2 hours leasurely stroking myself to a wet, saisfying, but lonely orgasm.the night´s links were kind of doing the job. i was slouched back with my robe open, finger drifting up and down my wet slit lazily, occasionally tickling my clit.riker.