He hadn’t seen that coming. He was winded and his arse was a bit the worse for wear, but he couldn’t be entirely unhappy about the fact that Ginge...’s luscious soft breasts were pressed up against his chest or that her sopping wet cunt had landed right on the throbbing head of his cock. “I’ll fuck him,” she added, “while you run and get some rope to tie him up with afterwards.” “You can’t kidnap me!” Quentin blustered. “You’ll go to jail.” “Now, now, you wouldn’t report lil’ ol’ me would you?”. Just the two of them left, and even though he knew just exactly who that shape shifter was, it wasn't going to do him any good. Why she had finished off the opposition before turning back to him he didn't know. In one way he wished the demon had killed him. It was ironic for him to finally torn to pieces by someone he had tried to keep safe.He closed his eyes. He never would have done that for a foe, but this was different. He hoped that when she returned to her human form she wouldn't remember. I grew up a lot in that 3 years. I was probably 16 or 17 years old when Chloe came back home to visit our grandma. I was ripped. I worked out every single day for sports and had a bad ass 6 pack. I was already getting plenty of attention from the girls at school. I was already fucking a lot considering how young I was. To make a long story short, I was a fucking stud and I fucking knew it!When we were growing up we would have “movie night” and my grandmother’s house. It was kind of a. She slowly and seductively lapped up the milk, swirling it around her tongue, purposely allowing it to dribble down her chin. Swaying her long black tail as she drank, purring and meowing as whoreishly as she could. Gleefully watching her Masters cock growing from within his pants. She gnawed at the side of the bowel as he unsnapped her pants, quivered as he lowered his zipper, and began to boil as his cover dropped to the floor.With his shirt now draped over the kitchen chair, and his pants.