Models: Layton Benton and Charles Dera ‘What the fuck? Mason, is that you? What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?’ Distracted by her lover’s hands massaging oil into her massive tits Marina had not heard Tiffany arrive, but now she looked up at her bully she smiled. ‘Oh hi, Tiff. I was wondering when you’d get back. By the way, you should probably know I don’t go by
Model: Layton Benton Bracing himself against the foot of the bed, Mason gasped as his body continued to swell. He could not deny the raw pleasure of his transformation was more intense than he had ever imagined possible – the temptation to crumple to the ground and finger his newly-formed pussy until he came hard was mounting with every passing second. Except this was not how things were supposed to
If she was honest, Lara hadn’t anticipated that today would exhaust her as much as it had. After all, given that only the day before she had been swamped by both the frantic nerves and the excited throng of friends and family that surrounded every new bride on her wedding day, she had assumed that spending today with her new husband and nobody else would be a calm, relaxing experience,
Fantasy Resort’s communal lounge was sleek, comfortable and, presently, abuzz with hushed conversation. Ordinarily it was a space where the resort’s guests could relax together, chatting over drinks poured from the well-stocked bar set towards the back of the room. Tonight, however, the crowd was quiet, huddling together in little groups and whispering amongst themselves while casting furtive glances at the other people in the room, their suspicious gossip driven
Her hands full of laden paper bags, Phoebe kicked the door closed behind her. Dropping her cargo on the rug she gave a weary sigh as she slumped back against the door, groaning as the exertion of the day caught up to her. Her arms ached, her back protested against every minor movement, and her feet felt as though she had gone about the entire day barefoot – she wouldn’t
