#fleshcraft

"My jaw is going to fall off, how the hell haven't you cu--ummm!"

The curl of her toes at such a tiny lick of bright red coral tongue to the bubblegum pink tip of her pretty godhead poking out of the foreskin she had never fathomed could be so pleasant to rub at; such a lovely thing that Kira would have to remember for later. When they were back in their own skins and their own senses, not running rampant with an absolute ocean of hormones flooding into parts of their bodies changed until Hayley could set them right.

She almost did a fold over onto the floor of the jeep Dr. O would kill them in if he found them in the midst of partaking their momentary enjoyment; the strain of Kira's new cock not so very different from a dog straining at a leash, or a foot straining against too tight pantyhose.

Conner was good enough to cease playing with his new tits to press his palm into her flat abdomen and push up. Like pitching a tent or holding a teddy bear up; she might have had additional flesh to experiment with and learn to fathom, but she still weighed nothing more than a handful of grapes to the jock.

"...This is so not fair," she gritted out, balancing like a cat before stretching out again so they were practically belly to belly and she could figure out a better angle to proceed with finger fucking the bright magenta cunt she'd managed to get lovely and wet, but had yet to get anywhere near an orgasm, "I remember being able to get off from humping a goddamn table corner when I was thirteen, how the hell are you not half-insane now?"

Conner grinned, shit eater wide and without an ounce of remorse as he didn't even give her a warning, lifting her up so they were face to face again, wicked little tongue slipping out to have a go at her neck as still much bigger, long fingered hands smoothed over her pretty balls, "It's not my fault that I have more staying power than you. Call it endurance, or call it stamina; I don't think your mouth is gonna do the trick, babe."

Biting her lip and fully aware that she was humping the air, looking most ridiculous, Kira counted her blessings that she could still parse through innuendo in the heat of the moment.

"I-- ...You mean..."

Teeth nipped and sunk into her shoulder as one of Conner's clever hands disappeared below the seat for a moment, the sound of fabric thrilling to Kira's ears and cock, until the sound of plastic made her almost start cheering.

She had rather few occasions to be pleased at the sight of the little disk made of sheep skin.

"Always come prepared," was about as far as Conner got with his preening before Kira carefully opened the condom wrapper and had him walk her through sliding it onto her twitching cock.

The little shit almost put it to full use much too soon while she lined herself up and he suddenly wrapped his legs around her, pulling her down and pressing her in; making her eyes roll back in her head with his whisper in her ear, "Feels so fucking good to be inside me, isn't it babe?"

She almost attacked him, all feral animal in heat; breathing hard into his tits pressed up against her cheek and he bucked up, "...The best."

He grinned into her hair and surprised her again, slipping both hands down her ass and slapping them to get her going pumping properly and not just grinding back and forth like a slug, "And you feel so big and hot, too."

She made a whine not so different from a dog begging for a bone, Conner's tits too enticing not to bite on and pinch not quite as hard as she could, but enough to stop his dirty talk and get him to make embarrassing noises.

And squeal. And release Kira around the middle so she could set her own pace as he brace his hand to the car door.

Oh.

"Ohhh," she grinned, a mirror to Conner's from earlier, eyes laser focused on the dark pink nipples and the way Conner went still under his inspection, "So those are your real G-spots."

"Do not--"