I guess my aim was off when I read the spell, wasn't it?
All I wanted was for my girlfriend Dakota to love me again. Now she loves me in a different way. A more natural and fitting way, I think. I'm glad she found someone new. Her new boyfriend Brian is a nice boy and quarterback of the football team. I bet he fucks her so well.
I read breasts are an evolutionary signal about a woman's fertility and ability to store fat for pregnancy. Some scientists postulate that because breasts sometimes get in women's way, they developed in relation to an evolutionary theory they call a "handicap principle." According to this theory, heavy breasts honestly announce a woman's genetic health, but at a cost of her carrying them around. They are ornamental, to draw the interest of a potential mate.
Dakota's mom's breasts are nice aren't they. I don't find them too difficult to carry around. The claw like nails were my ideas. Perhaps an extention of the handicap principle. I just noticed they make my hands look so nice, even if it's at the expense of being able to handle everything.
But I think I've learned to handle things pretty well, considering.
I've learned gets harder when I get him ready with my mouth first. Naturally, I oblige.
I feel so high all of the time. This body is too much for me. But sucking Dakota's step dad's cock makes me so wet and ready for him, how could I stop. Also I get to see my nails at work. It's win win. It gets me so hot to think I'm a woman like Dakota now. Even hotter that she calls me mom.
I scream like her. I want cock like her. Even more, we are trying. That's right. Dakota is an only child. Before my eggs give out, I think she needs to be a big sister, doesn't she?
I guess my aim was off when I read the spell, wasn't it?
Luckily her step dad's aim isn't off.
Oh, shit. There's so much of him.