Let me just go kill myself.’ Her voice changes back to normal and she makes a popping sound, ‘And just like that you have a New York Times’ Best...eller and winner of a fucking million awards.’ We laugh and commiserate about how difficult it is to be women writers. For a second, I’m not thinking about anything but the difficulty of getting my stuff read, let alone published because my full name is Raiqah Muhammad Hussein. With a Moroccan father and white American mother, I’m interesting but not. But I wasn't sure what my friend was into, but the pc screen of the two hot guys fucking the hell outta each other gave me a clue."no, leave it on, i've seen this, it's got a great finish" i say quickly to stop him turning it off, i start to unbutton my jeans, letting my cock flop out i take a seat next to him. Knowing that he's looking at me and having the twink on the screen get pounded so brutally got me rock hard in seconds and for about a min we sat there jerking off. I started to get. She was barely conscious and huddled in a fetal position on the ground."I won't hurt you," I said as I searched my inventory for anything that might heal her."You... you killed it," she whimpered. "...with one shot... who are you?" I am Shadow Oak, but my friends call me Shadow," I said in introduction.The only thing I had to heal her with was my saliva. Apparently cat folk can lick their own wounds or those of others for a minor restoration of hit points. Her health bar was in the yellow so I. There was no mistake in what this was, she had udders.Sara's jaw dropped open. She let her pajama pants and panties slide tothe floor to see her entire body. Outside of the missing breasts andadded udder sac she didn't see anything different. Still short, blondeand curvy. She looked at the udder sac; with some added curviness, shedecided.She grabbed ahold of the udder sac and flinched as a wave of arousal hither. She then stroked the four nipples in turn and doubled over gaspingas her body.