Oh, yes. Not a fairy either, but Coach Jenette. “Ride my face,” I moaned, eager to lick her snatch while my cheer coach fucked me. You’re all making me so hot.”
“Yes, your quim is burning most hot on my dick, my dear, sweet Miss Kimmie,” moaned Leanan Sidhe. PUSSYCATS! Such effervescent delight does ripple through me from my naughty cunny and throbbing cock. “Oh, damn, that’s hot,” I moaned. She had tits. I am ever so glad you mortals have devised them.”
“Yeah, me, too.” I said, looking around. She pushed down her shorts in record time and hopped onto the table, a black thong covering her wet pussy. Watching that skirt flutter sent an excited shiver through me. “Indeed they shall, my dear Miss Kimberly,” Leanan Sidhe. I so wish I could do it. Or futa, for short.”
My eyes widened. I shuddered as my cheer coach tongued my folds stretched about my cock. Her skirts covered my face, plunging me into the most intimate of darknesses.
