She defeated Cassie or Kimmie. That they never got along. A spray of mist washed over me before I vanished beneath the river. Her big tits would sway over me, Becca Brittany’s cum dribbling on to my face, into my open mouth. It felt so wonderfully gloopy in between my fingers. Keily was on my side. Rita. “Darn it, I was almost there. Fatima’s eyes bulged. But I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t flee without ripping my shaft off. She trembled beneath me. My hands weren’t squeezing plump tits any longer. Fear shot through me even as my dick throbbed in lust. I darted towards them. I wasn’t a fish. Hot cum shot from her dick and splashed on my chin and cheek. You don’t want to lose your cock.”
“I won’t,” I grinned. Gravity pulled me free of the vines. Here was the small Land of Transition, this valley that went from Autumn to Spring by crossing the river that divided it. The futa-reporter moaned, kissing me back with such passion, her girl-cock throbbing against my belly,
