EXTRACT FOR
OMG! Now I'M a Futa!
(Alana Church)

"I love you so much," Danielle whispered, her breath hot in her ear. Her hands unbuttoned her jeans, freeing her phallus, which took the opportunity to spring out like an obscene jack-in-the box, slapping against her belly lewdly. Her lover gripped it by its base in one hand, slowly jacking it. The other lay flat on her inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin.



"Oh, God," she moaned. Her pussy began to throb, pulses of heat making it wetter and wetter. For an instant, she wished that Danielle was the same as she was, and could plunge a hard, thick futa-cock deep within her. Or, at least, had brought one of the strap-ons she had hinted she owned. Fingers weren't enough. Not now, with her channel empty and aching and wanting to be filled.



Maybe she's waiting for me. Waiting for me to tell her I'm ready.