Models: Ryan Driller & Dani Daniels Tipping her head back, Daniella allowed the shower to saturate her hair. The warmth of the water blossomed out from the crown of her head, transforming silky locks into matted cords that clung to her back and shoulders like the grasping tentacles of some strange sea creature. Steaming rivulets coursed over her flawless skin, following her sumptuous curves on a tour any man would
Model: Alison Tyler Being head of security at Metamorphose wasn’t a particularly demanding job. Most troublemakers could be handled with a stern telling off and the suggestion of calling the police, and those who pushed their luck were quickly silenced by the threat of a forced transformation. In fact, most days Felicity’s very presence patrolling the casino was enough to deter any rowdiness. Every so often, however, someone would take
Models: Becca Fatale & Pierce Paris Stood at the head of the sweeping staircase leading down onto the casino floor, Grant and Malcolm grinned like delirious idiots. Metamorphose’s main gambling hall was a sea of slot machines, poker tables, roulette wheels and people. The whole place glittered like a treasure hoard beneath immense chandeliers. Although the two friends had spent months imagining what the infamous casino might be like the
‘Oh fuck yes,’ Ricardo groaned, one huge hand cupping Brendan’s head firmly. ‘Choke on my fat dick you filthy fucking cunt. That’s it, take it deep. Throat it like the needy fag you are.’ Nestled between Ricardo’s legs, one hand around his master’s cock, the other toying with Ricardo’s ass, and his mouth fully occupied, Brendan couldn’t even make a gesture in response. All he could do was fix his
