His is a word for word copy paste of an ERP I had with my favourite subby slut. If people seem to enjoy/request this kind of content I'll add more as ... have a literal archive.Tags: Futa (of course Touch, a powerful and subversive sense homed in on the pressure exerted by her breasts; her shallows breathing making them rise and fall; downwards at our kneecaps, her left touching my right; our feet, again left on right. A lifetime.Unconsciously, I breathed her in. 'You might be, ' said my head. 'You might be, ' it said again. I realized I was being prompted. 'Say it. Say it, stupid'."You might be," I breathed. She turned her head ever so slightly, as if to drink the words were the sole. Lila, I think you’re going to like living here.When he thought her name, her head snapped up to stare at him. Oh, shit. Was that coincidence, or did she just hear me say her name mentally?“Cheep. Cheep. Cheep!” Junior allowed as he landed on Morales’ shoulder.“Okay. Okay. Keep your pants on. I’ve saved you some steak.”The hens and the other chicks were standing a few feet away staring at him, so he put Junior and his steak pieces on the seat and went to feed the chickens, but as he began to. . shit!" Now that would be too kinky. You gotta pee ... do it." Mom!?!" said Megan.Ah. A voice he recognized ... but ... Mom?He struggled with Pyewacket. But Pyewacket was firmly clawed into the pillow under his head. Messing with the cat made him lose control of his bladder.The poster was whipping now. He began to pee ... hard. Who ever it was ... Mom? ... started cuming on his steaming hot cock ... urine flushing her slick tight snatch ... and she started peeing too."MOM!! Oh God, Mom ....