A happy smirk, clad in her bowtie and little else as she twirls her panties on her finger playfully and the eyes wander over her… HOLY ENORMOUS HORSE DINGUS BATMARE, THAT THING COULD ENDANGER LIVES BY SWINGING AROUND!
… no wonder she had a big dress on, with that thing, bloody eck!
Her smirk only grows as she notes the expression on my face and briefly looks to the cello over yonder before she licks her lips and points down at the bulging package between her legs, resting happily on the couch as her length throbs softly, bouncing and awaiting action.
“I could let you practice the strings…” She smirks, gently rubbing a hand over it whilst grinning. “But I figured one should learn percussion and how to properly tend to another musicians prized apparatus, am I correct?”
… This is going to be a VERY long evening, and yet, I dont find myself protesting to this turn of events, in all honesty… why would I?
[It was a quite subtle change, did you spot it? ;) ]
Me too… me too…
Would LOVE to see that!
Then imagine if that giant thing would be flared
I hope that would make her cum before I have to open my jaw even further.
Agreed.
Never underestimate the power of the dark side. Er- I mean, futa.
Futa Magic.