The street’s speed limit was only 30 MPH, and she was doing at least fifty. She was almost as bad as the twin sisters I had just pulled over and fuc...ed with my futa-cock.I radioed to dispatch, my girl-dick aching as it rested on my steering wheel. I flipped a bitch (technical turn for a 180 degree turn) and roared after the speeder. I caught a glimpse of a dark woman’s face. Another speeding bitch I had to punish.I loved my wish. I was so glad B, the futa-fairy, granted my desires yesterday. I. My cock got hard as a rock and rubbed against his. I wanted to taste his dick so bad; so I kneeled before him sliding his pyjama pants down and releasing his cute dick. It was about 8 inches and uncut, I started kissing the tip then licking the shaft and grabbing his shaved balls with my wet lips before taking half of his penis into my mouth and gently squeezing the other half with my right hand. I worked my way up and down; deepthroating it and sliding the foreskin up and down the gland with. She looked concerned and Celia did not need the power ofa telepath to work out that it was Sophie that caused the look ofconcern.Gabriel leaned back against the back of the straight back chair; shesmiled as she looked at the latest resident of the haven. She put thesmall wand up the sleeve of her shift and stood up and walked towardsthe door. Celia followed a little behind her as the white witch walkedthrough the house towards the stairs."Celia things are a little turned around here." Sophie?". This kept her feeling good and helped her forget what she was doing. Her plan to win over Juan had failed, and now she was just another crib girl. Fortunately the d**gs kept her from thinking about her husband and son most of the time and she now liked the endless parade of cocks. Marilyn was right, she had lost all sense of shame. By morning she couldn’t remember how many trips she had made from the Cantina to her crib and back again. Susan slept during the hot scorching day. The next night.