My mind raced trying to think of ways to talk to him more: offering him a cup of coffee, inviting him back when he finished his shift for a snack, ens...ring I would save the last one of whatever he wanted. Stalling for time in the enclosed office, neither of us heard the crash at the front of the store or the heavy footsteps approaching the office. The door sprang open and I was staring straight down the barrel of a sawed-off shotgun. At first the robber seemed as surprised as I was, and his. I want to feel that hot pussy milk my dick!”“Your futa-dick!” she moaned. “You're a futanari! They're real!”“Uh-huh,” I gasped, not caring about anything but that growing ache at the tip of my futa-dick.The harder I thrust, the more it built. Pleasure rippled down my shaft as I reveled in the silky grip of her pussy. Her tight embrace brought me closer and closer to spilling my seed with every thrust. My ovaries grew so tight, aching to explode.I moaned and gasped, our passion echoing through. I kept fingering his ass and my mouth over the head of his cock and he stroked his a couple more strokes when I felt the first spurt of cum touch my tongue. I opened my mouth and went down on his cock and was met by a huge pulse of cum followed by 5 or 6 more. I swallowed some and the cum that ran out of my mouth was more than I had ever seen in 1 load. I kept sucking his cock and play with the cum by licking his balls and slurping up the escaped cum. He quickly pulled his short up and said. He saw the frilly mini-skirt/tights combo she’d bought just before they came to the farm. He was looking forward to seeing her wearing this. The skirt was a sexy grey ruffled design, short and sexy, and the black tights were a mix of opaque and transparent that would show plenty of skin. He also found that satin pair of panties with the rose pattern. These were among his favourites, and they always felt so good against his cock. One time he’d sneaked them out the laundry basket and worn them.