My skin is flushed and my eyes are bright and wet. My legs wrap around your hips, urging you on. Fuck me, Daddy, make me yours. Use me for your pleas...re. You hear me cry. See my mouth slack, throat full, but hear and sense this only in a distracted way, so consumed you are by the need to fuck. To rut mindlessly. To feel the blood boil under your skin until your vision is blurred in a crimson haze. It is starting. That pulling heat, the building from the back of your knees and up your thighs,. Again and again she begged him to pull his cock out. He was causing her so much pain!"Oh please... p-p-pleeeeaaaasse!" she cried, tears blurring her vision. "It's hurting me... it's killing... aggggghhhh!"But Byron gritted his teeth, stopping for a second, relaxing his thick muscles before tensing them again and shoving down."Uhhh... you're loosenin' up, baby. Yeah, I can feel... uhhh... feel you loosenin' up," he groaned, shifting his weight into her thighs.Marcie's eyes glazed over, rolling. Stew looked shocked. He didn’t expect her response at all. His elevator gaze went from the patterns on her feet, up her legs, to the rings on her beautiful slick vagina, the scrolling lettering over her mons pubis, the floral pattern that circled her navel and twisted between her breasts to her right and left shoulders, and finally the jewelry that adorned her nipples. She had large rings through her nipples and a gold chain that dangled between her breasts. The backs of her hands were adorned. With that said, John started changing. Princess Jane: [8:06AM] Wesagyt?!John noticed he couldn't type as good as before and his fingernails felt weird. He looked down at them. He discovered his nail was polished red, and grew out to 1" and became oval shaped. In addition to that his whole hand, even his arms became smooth, and delicate. His shoulders got smaller. His hands lost their fast typing ability."My nails!!" John yelled. Whicked Which: [8:07AM] See? It's happening already.John tried to.