Sandra had always found Alex teasingly attractive, actually hot. Her red hair hung to the middle of her back, straight as a flat iron. Her legs were p...erfectly shaped with no hair on any part of her lower body. She was built angelically, beautifully. The fantasies of her nightmares, and wet dreams. She just wanted to taste that heavenly scent she always smelled when she walked in the room after Alex’s night of sex. She sighed and turned back to her book, well halfway. She couldn’t help but. A pregnant redhead dragged her onto her lap. As with all those who had succumbed to this curse, her clitoris had transformed into an obscene, wriggling phallus that had possessed her mind, giving her one purpose—to fuck. Earlier, that weird nun, Sister Britney, had called the affected women “futas”, explaining that anyone they fucked changed within thirty minutes. Rather than resist, however, Chas guided her to her cunt, for their only chance lay in the infected passing out from their. Ihre Brustwarzen waren winzig und dennoch, was für ein erhabenes Gefühl sie in mir auslösten, denn eine kleine Bewegung und unter meinen Fingern befanden sich steinharte Nippel "Mmmh sie ist geil, sieh dir das an!"Ich deutete dem mit einer schwarzen Ledermaske maskierten Mann an, auf ihre für meinen Geschmack zu unterentwickelte Brust zu gucken. Das junge Ding zitterte wie Espenlaub. Genau wie meine Hände, die vor Erregung zuckten und nur langsam und quälend den Rest ihres süßen Leibes. I dried off and I could only think about how sexy I would feel when I got the lingerie on myself. I practically ran into my bedroom and ran the smooth thigh highs up my legs… next the silky panties pulled up to my waist. My fingers trembled with anticipation as I connected the garter belt to my thigh highs… I went straight for my new butt plug and started working it slowly into my tight hole. As I took my second break from trying to fit the thickest part inside myself when I realize I forgot to.