Cute but She's Definitely Not an Average Futa

"Gonna hug?"

My already fatigued legs give out and I plop down onto the bench.

Sally strips with her back to me and tears into the condom wrapper.

I can literally hear the latex straining as she puts it in.

"Yes, yes. Okay, now slat."

"Oh, stop calling me slat."

"It's genderless. Do not call anyone slat."

"I'm gonna fuck you real good, you slatty slat. Slatty slat."

"But I want you to enjoy it, okay? If you don't, please tell me."

If I was not terrified of artic, this would be adorable.

"No, no, be dominant. That's what Miss D always says. Be dominant. Be dominant."

"So first, you're gonna lick the rice bread as she puts it together."

"My nuts, you're gonna lick my sweaty nuts."

She plants her leg on the bench next to me and buries my face directly into her titanic tits.

Sally presses my face into her smooth tart balls and I take a moment to breathe.

"It was really a huge one."

The smell of her sweat hits me with something like a contact high.

If my muscles were not already feeling like jelly, they would be now.

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