I buried to the hilt in her. I groaned and my cock erupted. My futa-cum spurted into her depths. I flooded her. I pumped her full of my jizz. Hot, jui...y spunk squirted over and over into her. She whimpered, her pussy spasming about my shaft. She milked my cock. She wrung out every drop of cum while the pleasure melted my mind in bliss. I howled out for the watching world to see as I bred Amelia McCreery's bitch-pussy on live TV.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~April 17th, 2047“I made her my utter. As the appliance hummed and cast white light across my chest, Hannah walked over next to me and stood close. Very close, in fact. If I hadn't felt so attracted to her, it would have felt awkward. The smooth bare skin of her arm pressed unnecessarily against my own.I grabbed the bottle opener and flicked off the cap."Here you go," I said with a smile."Thanks, Steve," she said.I looked into her eyes, and she held my gaze for a second. Redness flushed across her cheeks, then she looked down at the. This was a cock that belonged in the movies, but more importantly, it belonged in me. I let out a gasp when I finally saw it and he stroked it with his hand, teasing me with it right in front of my face. It was spectacular and I felt like the luckiest little girl in the world. He held me there, his thick member inches from my face and ran his hand up and down the hard shaft. ‘You want this cock you fairy? Is this what you came here for today?’‘Uh-huh,’ I affirmed, my mouth starting to salivate. She told me that jobs in language were few and far between, and she didn't want to work as a production translator for a translation firm. She was planning to bide her time at our place until something decent came along.I really should have stayed away from her, kept it professional. But the horny bastard that I am, I couldn't. It started with a lunchtime walk, short and sweet. And another, and another, each getting a little bit longer. One day we walked to her apartment and, sitting side by.