. well, she wasn't quite sure for whom. But it was someone important, and it was someone who'd transformed himself into a monster. And the monster see...ed to not only take great delight in fucking her, but in making her dress and act like a cock-craving bimbo, a horny little nympho with enormous boobs who only cared about sucking and fucking. And even though she loved being fucked by the monster, for some reason, something inside her wanted to scream and cry whenever he shoved his big, yummy. I guess I just sit down.”The teenager drops her weight onto the toy and feels it sink in as deep as it can go. She can feel the plastic balls resting just outside the entrance to her cunt.She leans back, taking a deep breath. It feels so good to be full like this. So right. If only it were a real cock, and not some fake substitute.“Oh well, I have to make do,” she says to herself smiling in the darkened room, “Here we go.”Lifting herself a little Natalie feels the massive dong slide down out of. Wet leaves on the bottom step and my legs went away from me as I landed. As I hit the sidewalk I hit something else, heard a scream of pain.'You fuckin' dumb bastard!' A girl's voice. I'd caught my head bad as I went down and my left eye wasn't working too good. I put my hand up and it came away wet and sticky and I dam' near started screaming too. The voice was groaning and whimpering now, and I tried to say something, but everything went a little hazy and I closed my good eye for a moment.. Wild thoughts flew through my brain as I kissed my mother Fatima as her lover, not her son. It seemed so natural. It certainly was incredibly erotic. Mom clutched my hand as we kissed and drew it to her right breast. I clasped her small, but tender breast in my hand, my fingers feeling for her nipple, which was hard and erect. She moaned as I squeezed her breast. She kept moaning to me, "My baby! My baby!" We sat by the computer for a bit, kissing, hugging, touching.We looked so lovingly into.