Quick-Fix

From Stone Valley:

Billie Jean: TEXT- “This is what happens when you go on a date with a girl and she gets you drunk…and you don’t realize until you wake up the next morning that the girl was a futa in heat.”

I had to prove them wrong - it was almost a compulsion.

I knew that she liked a drink, so I bided my time, and made sure I was at any event where she might be indulging. Three months later, I was the one escorting her home. She staggered to her door to insert the key.

“How about I give you a hand?” I offered. She handed me the keys without question. Once we were inside, I asked if she’d like another drink. She pulled a bottle out of the fridge, and we drank in her kitchen until I had to carry her to bed. After a few kisses and a teasing stroke over her clit, she was all over me, grinding against my cock until I snuck a hand under her skirt to tug her panties to the side. With my other hand, I pulled my dick out of my jeans, and the next movement had my cock in her to the root. She froze, and I reassured her we didn’t have to do anything as long as we could just stay like this for a minute so I could memorize how good she felt wrapped around me.

I also reassured her that my throbbing meant nothing as I pumped a load right up against her cervix.

The next weekend, I made sure her glass was never completely empty, and she asked for just a minute of my cock as she was straddling me. Just like the week before, I pulled her underwear to one side, and blew my load right into her defenceless womb.

The next weekend, I took her out for drinks and dancing, and after I carried her into her apartment and put her to bed, I helped myself to that barely used pussy, and filled her for the last time.