After the outbreak had died down, only surviving in a few isolated pockets, attentions shifted. No longer concerned over avoiding the disease or isolating in attempts to curb the spread, vast swathes of society came to focus on the harm done by the selfish and greedy in the recent times of need. For the first time in what felt like decades, almost every bracket of society alike had found a
Pounding the plump, tanned cheerleader, Coach Green was increasingly certain he had made the right decision. At first he had been concerned that he had gone too far, had been worried that he wouldn’t be able to spin this, but the more he fucked the bratty bitch, the more he decided that giving his star player those football socks had been the best thing he could have done. He grunted
Neither James nor Miles had ever put much belief in destiny. As far as they were concerned, they were the sole power in control of their own decisions, and every choice they made carved out a new path for them that could never have been predicted. Nevertheless, as they danced around in their new lingerie and smacked one another on the ass, as they admired their breasts and fondled their
‘Dude, are you okay?’ By now Kyle was seriously worried. It was as though his friend was no longer in there. Benji seemed to have vanished completely, and in his place was somebody Kyle no longer knew. In his new feminine form, Benji’s tongue lolled from his mouth and his eyes rolled back as he dribbled a string of saliva onto the fur rug. For a moment his eyes were
Staring down at Mr. Benson’s dick thrusting inside her sweet, smooth pussy with fluttering eyelids, she tried to figure out how she had reached this point. After all, for a twenty-something athletic man by the name of Stephen, she was making far more erotic noises in her petite form than one might expect when being fucked in the pussy she should not have. Stephen had never meant for it to
Hank turned his head away in embarrassment and desperately tried not to swallow any of the piss that was splashing across his – well… her – face. She was already soaked with it, her black silk shirt sodden and stinking, and as it coursed down her cheeks it was combined with her tears. As much as she tried to, she could not ignore the laughter of the men who had
