Leaves of all colors floating, wind carrying them through the air, almost as if feathers falling from an angel. Greg walks up a street that is almost ...eserted, almost feels as if today is a different day, a special day. Greg walked up the porch steps of his best friends house, the door swings open, he meets his Best friends very petite blonde girlfriend on the porch. Felicia was a very small petite girl, about 17-18 years old, perky tits, and just assuming from her body a very tight pussy.. But one day while I was at the latin dance class a new girl arrived she seemed very nice but real tough, she was about 165 cm. , slim and a very beautiful face with green eyes, wide lips and long brunette hair, she needed some one to dance with and since I was the best in my class the trainer told me to dance with her, and while we were dancing I felt her beautiful but strong arms rub and squeeze my butt, I looked at her ,she winked at me and I winked back so she grabbed my hand and she put it. Fiore had plans, though. She pulled out her wand.The hair had to go first. The greasy black turned to the color ofmidnight, the strands becoming disheveled as the magic did its work.Then her face became more hawkish, downtroden, sallow. Already paleskin went straight to white.It wasn't a pretty face, but it wasn't meant to be. If the Fuhrer hadbrought Hell on earth, then Fiore could justify turning him into Hel.The man was known for his love of Norse mythology, after all.Soon, Fiore was. I needed more! I pushed my ass backwards as hard as I could, and slammed that entire dick into my sore hole."AHHH FUCK!" I felt my ass slam against his waist, and I knew that I had taken every inch."That's a good little bitch boy." Butch began to pump my ass slowly. I couldn't help but moan and groan as his horse cock ripped its way through my bowels. The harder he thrust into me, the closer I got to cumming. Within a couple minutes, he was pounding my butthole at lightning speed. I had no idea.