”“thanks…i guess. By the way, you look incredibly hot in that dress.”Unable to resist any longer.“i know.”Her hand slowly picks up the pac....“touch me, dear” she asks me.Unable to say no, my hand moves to her thigh. Squeezing it. Moving up and down her leg. Squeezing in between her legs, feeling the moisture through her lace panties. I slowly start to rub her pussy through the fabric.“mmmmhh…that feels good.” she whispers in my ears. “would you mind if i tasted that massive cock of yours?”I. I mean, it wasn’t easy for you before, but NOW?! Oof. Forget about it. Bad enough when you were whiling away the days with no human contact, fading into the dark, becoming a whisper of a person. You idly observe your claws, drenched in the blood of the man you’ve killed only a few minutes ago.Hobbies aside, the claws were a good place to start with the other issues. You were always a bit lanky, bony, not precisely masculine in the traditional sense, but you were rail-thin now (though,. She looked down at the distended front of my pants and raised a questioning eyebrow, playing at cool, though her breathing was fast and ragged. I jerked into almost frenzied motion. My clothes and shoes seemed to fight me, but I was not to be denied, and I finally finished with them strewn around me.My erection stood rock-hard and aching. Cindy exhaled slowly as she stared at it, then moved toward me. We almost crashed together, eager for the feel of each other's nakedness, but were suddenly. I whimper as I feel two fingers run on my labia, “Open up for Daddy now.” Without realizing, I had closed my legs against your leg. I release the tension slowly, knowing it’s my place to obey for my Daddy without question. You push in your middle and ring finger inside your little one’s cunt, all the way down to the palm, and then you curl them at the knuckles. Slow rubbing, as I grip your chest with one hand and your back with the other. “Just one more my good girl, you can do it.” You feel me.