The fuck - Futa/F, mind swap, short

Evening at the city, the nervous metropole cools down from the incessant movement of people and their matters in the deep glass of the nightlife.

After a few drinks at the noisy happy-hour bar, a couple goes to their apartment to spend the rest of the night taking care of their own personal urges.

“I can't stand that job anymore, everybody treats me as a damned meat shield for their incompetence, I tell you Martha...” The tall brunette quickly frees her feet from the high-heeled shoes and goes for the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, the nightlife always drained her.

“That kind of people can't live without someone to blame, if it was with myself I would break some noses and the tables would turn in a cinch, Cynthia,” The short, Mohawk punk dives on the sofa, looking the remote for a split second but thinking otherwise when her girlfriend unbuttons and throws away her receptionist suit and falls in the armchair, her curves showing through the pantyhose.

“How was your day, any trouble in the shop?” Martha reached her bra lock, it itched terribly when she was dirty and sweaty, like now. “Help me with this thing, my arms are falling down, please honey,” She said, failing to reach it while sitting down, an awkward pose.

“Ah, a quite normal day, some tramp stamps, eagles and the usual Mom in the bear's shoulder, took some time but went fine, the man was relaxed and slept, I wish every client was like him, wanna fuck over the rug?” Cynthia jumped from the sofa like a lynx, pulled the bra straps and freed the double D's, quickly groping Martha's shoulders for a quick massage.

“Why yes, but, haven't you told me you were in the detox? I can smell your dick from here, bitch,” Martha turned her head to watch the punk's nipples hard and twitching against the black rock band t-shirt.

“I... I just cranked one out, you know it's a bit exciting, my nerves aren't very used to hide when I'm horny, it was a drop, just a drop, I'm full of it, I swear I haven't fucked any customer, it's unethical, uh,” Cynthia fought her primal instincts but her cock struggled against the confines of her jeans furiously, determined to fuck the shit out of Martha.

“Don't lie to me bitch, I know you're lying, you've been thinking with that penis, you just can't shrug it off, can you?” Martha stood up, almost a foot taller than the scared punk, a perverted look and a satisfaction grin filling her cute face. “How big did you asked her to grow this time?”

“A ten-inch, I think, I haven't measured but it's quite big, as you like it, she knows,” Cynthia felt fear but her hard on grew even stronger, expanding as a crack in the frozen seas done by an icebreaker ship, almost poking her waistline.

“How many times did you fucked her? How many times did your cum refilled so you could fuck her more?” Martha cornered and pushed Cynthia against the outer wall besides the window.

“She just wanted a sample as always, I gave her two cum vials and we parted, I'm serious, honest,” She smiled, the cock already poking out, reeking of sweat and sex.

“Okay, come here and fuck me bitch, fuck me like you just escaped out from jail, you freaky bitch,” Martha licked her face, caressing her nipples and feeling up her flat tummy.

“Call me a freak again, I love when you do that, sexy” Cynthia kissed her lover, reaching for her pussy, feeling the scratch of her trimmed pubes around her swollen clit under the pantyhose and panties.

“You donkey dick punk freak, drown me in your musky cum, you hung bitch, you!” Martha said in a loud tone, pulling the peeping dick foreskin before walking to the living room's rug and spreading her legs laiding over her back, pulling out her pantyhose.

“I'll fuck you so hard you'll regret the day you agreed to live with me, you sleazy cougar,” Cynthia quickly donned her clothes, showing the pierced nipples and the dragon tattoo on her back, as well as the vivid color hermaphrodite symbol on her shoulder, formed by a maze of intricate signs like a vine of spiky thorn berries.

She licked the sweet folds with thirst, flexing her arms to throw her lover's legs over her shoulders, lifting her from the floor to aim her cock to her moist entrance easier.

She always preferred to put it hands-free, the distended prick felt heavenly when pushed all at once inside.

Martha was really tired but the perverted smell and nervous throbbing made her feel desired like the last woman in the world. She wanted it, sh

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