The roof slid back on the club, bathing it in moonlight. As the light
filtered down, Holly moaned, rubbing his tits and tugging at the
dress. "I..love the first rays.." Holly said, staring at Paul with a
smile as his teeth began to poke over his painted lips.
Paul was paralyzed, it seemed, staring up at the moon. It was hot, so
hot..and he struggled to scratch at his chest. "What the...?" he
managed to stammer out.
"Don't fight it, sweetie," Holly said, smiling with razor-sharp teeth.
"Just let the moon do what the moon does best." Hiking his dress up,
Holly gasped as the moonlight hit his cock, which immediately began to
redden and change.
"Lemme...lemme help you out," Holly said, reaching over and struggling
to work Paul's fly.