I can't imagine facing my job each day without touching your hands, seeing your smiling face, smelling your perfume, knowing your caffeine addiction h...s been satisfied and feeling your... I'll be here." Our knees are still touching. It is almost not enough. We finish our coffees and go our separate ways for the day. I am called from my desk just before lunchtime. There's a man waiting in the lobby. The receptionist points me to him. A vague sense of unease grows in me. This is abnormal.. "You may go, Zoe. But tell no one." I nodded my head, then got up grabbed my bags, put on my clothees, then ran home. my mom was super mad at me when i got ome because i was super later but i didnt care i just ran to my room and shut the door. . Fuck me with your big, hard cock." She continued to buck up and down like a cowgirl riding a bronco. She couldn't see that big cock splitting her furry lips, but oh did it feel good!"That's it. Fuck yourself on my hard cock. I want to feel your pussy cum with me inside you." Gene moaned as Liz continued forcefully sliding up and down his engorged, fleshy manhood. Gene was on his back focused on timing his up-thrusts to match her movements. He relished the fact that Liz loved his big cock; as. It would, however, add a delicious gleam to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.My arms were sore from the effort of coating my body, but I was beautiful.The paint was dry just in time for me to go to my college. I grabbed my backpack and purse, wishing I had time to dye them, too. But they were just accessories. The bulk of my body was transformed.I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted breasts bouncing and heaving, bare feet smacking on the stairs. My tongue licked.