He honestly thought Joan’s additions looked cute. sexy in kind of a wild way. Henrys mind was full of questions. I’m married to a goat-girl. Goat wife. Is there a female form of satyr? They were supposed to be really horny right?
An image of bending her over, her tail flicking as he pounded her ass flicked across his mind.
Henry had long held a secret desire to be pegged. His wife being more conservative than him had not known about it. What if she did grow a cock? Would that be so bad? What do goat cocks look like? Would she use it on me?
An image of bending her bending him over, her tail flicking as she pounded his ass flicked across his mind.
Henry realized his cock was straining his pants at the thought. It was best not to continue that line of questioning. It was obvious that Joan probably wasn’t coming out of the bathroom soon and he decided to leave.
If he hadn’t said an animal word could he still masturbate? Would one be chosen for him or would I grow tits and ...
Henry needed release. No, he wanted release. He had to keep it under control for his family.
An image of his daughter’s dimpled ass and flirty tail as she bent over for him she looks over her shoulder invitingly. His hand cups and then easily parts her fleshy labia as they -
Lost in his lustful thoughts he turned the corner into the living room and runs into Jess’s back the impact combined with her weightyier chest causes her to fall to her hands and knees. The sudden stress causes the tail slit to rip several inches revealing some of her butt.
“OH” said Jess looking over her shoulder at who knocked her down.
Henry knocked out of his fantasy realizes she is in exactly the position in his mind. he also notices her ears are sticking out from her head a lot and covered in red fur.