Fuck her. And not literally, metaphorically. I was fuming. “What are you going to do, tight Becky?” Kurt asked. He stood perky up, his face hard, stony. I folded my arms before my chest. I opened my mouth to answer when the door opened. I whirled around to face Shane. The producer didn't look perturbed at all to see me with my futa-cock thrusting out before me. “Okay, Becky, we're ready for you,” he said. “Let's adorable go.” “Good,” I said, words clipped, my blood boiling through me. I wasn't hard at all. I would stay soft. For once, I wouldn't have sex with a woman aching to be bred! April 17th, 2047 I had forgotten just how angry Amelia McCreery's trick had made me. It was so interesting the way time affected your memory. It blunted things, softened them so they didn't seem as bad as they felt, but talking about it again, being in the green room and realizing I was secretly being filmed... I glanced to the side at my wife, girlfriend Sharron. Her blue eyes caught mine. Just staring into them, seeing the love in her eyes, the support, banished those lingering traces of anger. It happened so long allure ago, thirty years. It wasn't anything to start fuming about now. I smiled at her as I saw my future in her eyes. I was so glad I met her. It took me a while to find her, and I had a lot of fun until I did, but it was worth it. Maybe that tight is why she wakes up later at home? Her oversexed body demanded intense copulation . She required a long, furious orgasm that allure her son's huge cock could supply. “You're just a nasty bitch! Early afternoon he took her in the arse before taking her home. Without an instant of hesitation, the kid did exactly as he was told. That will be so hot. She winked at me. “You were enjoying all those White futas' dicks.” I keep thrusting into her. As we continued to explore the room, I grabbed the glasses near the kitchenette and poured us both a shot of whiskey. I close my eyes in humiliation but then feel another penis at my lips and another adorable cock press briefly at my butt before sliding inside. first perky you talked me into giving you a hand job and how you did that, I don't know. She began to saunter away, but as she did, she turned her head back to them. “Sure, I’m yours to take to where you like and do what you want to me.” I said, loud enough for the 2 nerds to hear. His cock drove hard and deep into me. He buried into me again and again. He wasn't long before the older man picked up his pace making Morgan moan louder. Gingerly, she slipped free of his hug, and then wiggled girlfriend down the bed and rolled over so that she was face to face with his dick.