”“Maybe I could help you with that.”So much for keeping my cool. I was probably standing there with my mouth hanging open, looking like a compl...te dweeb. I honestly don’t remember.Ms. White stood up and said, “Natalie was just telling me this morning that I was bitchy and needed to get laid. So, we could help each other out.”“Nat would fuckin’ kill me,” I said as soon as the thought formed in my head.She shrugged and said, “Why? You’re... What is it you call it? Friends with benefits? . Molly and her pimp like to keep a little landing strip at the top of her cunny so the johns can be certain that they are getting a natural redhead.Licking her plump cherry-red lips, she concentrates for a moment. A stream of golden urine begins to flow from her nether lips, landing into the bowl with a loud burble. Molly can feel some of it splashing back onto her ankles. The salaryman looks pleased with the results as she tinkles in the glass bowl, slowly filling it up. The piss runs clear as. The ultimate cuckolding of Christ, you know. The ultimate expression of my Satanic supremacy. Tabby, might I suggest an incel? Think of the message that would send to the lot of them. Their incel days are over! Yes, yes, that would work very well for my purposes!” Dean flashed his eyes red as he grinned at the thought of bedding a nun and siring more Satanic spawn.“And you?” Tabby asked me now.“Oh, not to worry. I’ll think of someone,” I thought back to that sassy pastor’s daughter who sucked. Being of an incredibly smaller stature than the girl, the movement is nothing spectacular. He quickly flips up her dress, giving him a full view of her goods. Her cunt glistens beneath her fur, just begging to be touched. The leprechaun moves his head down slowly as she watches in anticipation. Then, altering his course, he starts licking the inside of her delicious thighs, staying away from her pussy. “Me prefer ye cat girls o’er any other creature,” he groans.How much do you want to bet the.