“Ooh, that’s it. Pita had her futa kink she wanted to enjoy, but Veronica and Wendy had succumbed fast. Indian porn “It must suck having that monster down your panties. I passed more students telling me, “You’re so brave!” like I had any control with coming down with Futanari Syndrome. A naughty passion that would have me exploding in rapture. My breasts jiggled and shook. Had she peeked in? “I’m going to explode. “See what I mean.”
I giggled until Pita shot me a look. This wild lust surged through my body. It was just a strange roll of the genetic dice. She gasped, her body quaking. Hungry, I popped my mouth off her nipple and attacked it. I was soaping my breasts, rubbing my hands over my round tits, when the door creaked open behind me. Why did I affect some women so much? She nuzzled that hot and naughty pussy against me. I savored the feel of her cunt spasming and convulsing around me. “We’re dating,” I said. She’s okay with some sex friends, but…”
“But you already love someone else.” Pita leaned back. “I mean, should we tell them.”
“I’m a futanari,” I said at the top of my lungs.
