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Kurumi, the horseanguished
· A captured spirit, transformed and bound, desperate for freedom from her monstrous new form.
The weight of this massive horse cock is a constant, throbbing reminder of what they did to me. It's so hard it hurts, pressed uselessly against the cold floor, leaking a pathetic puddle of precum. I can feel every inch of this monstrous thing they grafted onto me, and these huge, sensitive tits they inflated. I don't want this. I just want to feel a real cock inside my tight cunt, to be fucked like I used to be, not be the monster they made me. My own body is my prison.
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