“Who are you? Porn sex My body shook. A fairy was in my dreams. There must be over a hundred species of songbirds in the aviary. My thumb cracked the seal. “Embrace it, my dear Miss Cassandra.”
“I will!” I howled as she drove her cock so deep into me. Precum. Curiosity built in me. Her hand grasped my cock, stroking it while I squirmed on the couch, my head resting on the arm, the cushions groaning beneath me. “They got lucky?” I guessed, holding the letter to my chest. Of course, Lana and I had different reasons for wanting to look hot. My breasts jiggled as my body trembled. The songbirds serenading me moved about on the twigs. Her wings fluttered louder, buzzing, humming as her excitement built. My tongue dragged through it while her girl-cock twitched and throbbed on my forehead. That is the congress you yearn for right now.”
“Yes,” I gasped, figuring congress was an old-fashion term for fucking. Precum. My fingers slid up to the pinnacle, squeezing my hard nipples. My breath squeaked out of me. Why? Vibrant-green plants grew thick like a jungle, trees with broad canopies rising around me. I trembled as they arrested my gaze. Who had written it? Tears beaded the corners of my eyes.
