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STR8 HUG3 FUT4 L0V3R

Str8 Hug3 Fut4 L0V3R

Str8 Hug3 Fut4 L0V3R

Str8 Hug3 Fut4 L0V3R

Str8 Hug3 Fut4 L0V3R

Str8 Hug3 Fut4 L0V3R

Futamorph: Twenty Two Inches Long And Thicker Than Her Arm, It Hung Past Her Knees And Was Absurdly Large For Her Small Body. Her Heavy Balls Rested On The Cool Stone Counter And She Swore She Could Feel Them Churning, They Were So Full And Eager To

Futamorph: She Just Wants To Bury Her Bone And Though She Might Have A Big Knot, She Hasn’t Been Naughty, She’s Been A Good Girl All Day And Deserves A Treat…

Futamorph: A Horse Bridle Seemed Like A Clever Play On Words As A Wedding Present, Though It Was Strange The Gift Had No Label To Suggest Who Had Brought It, And It Certainly Wasn’t On The Bridal Registry. There Was No Way To Know That Something Like

Futamorph: Figured There Should Be A Horsecock Version Too.

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Futamorph: They Always Said There Was Something Special With The Water, They Never Said Anything About It Doing This. She Might Have Been Surprised By Such A Sudden Change, But It Only Took Her Hand Gripping It Tight Once For Her To Change Her Tune.

Futamorph: Amber’s Eyes Fluttered Open And She Stared Up At Her Ceiling. She Felt A Little Dizzy, And It Took A Couple Shakes Of Her Head To Clear The Mental Cobwebs And To Raise Her Groggy Head Off The Pillow. Her Eye’s Drifted Down As She Felt

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