Futa And The Married Couple: Cuckold, Futa on Woman, Futa on Guy

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Olivia waited for nearly thirty minutes to shower and clean up. (Martin's evening routine involved shaving his entire body. Apparently it made him 'more manly'.) Kya, you have to enact a fellatio on a penis-shaped object within the next thirty seconds. If you don't manage to portray a convincing blowjob, drink two fingers!" The other girls tried and failed to supress giggles at this, one snorting, another openly laughing. Roselyn's expression was earnest, and Olivia's heart beat a little faster. Clearly this wine must be stronger than she'd realised...

My name is Theodore, and I've been married for 2 years to my beautiful wife, Elizabeth. She's about 6 inches shorter than I am, with short red hair. A natural ginger. She's fairly thin with C-cup breasts, and almost no ass. Olivia felt a deep sense of foreboding at Roselyn's sudden charm, and had the distinct feeling they were walking blindfolded into a tiger's den, but Martin marched in immediately and she was left with no choice but to follow whilst trying to ignore Roselyn's piercing gaze as she entered the spacious threshold. I am not surprised you don't have boyfriends yet," he said airily to them, who were snorting into their wine glasses with every vacuous statement. "None of you have changed since I last saw you, as for me, I moved up in the world," he said, gesturing to his girlfriend as if she somehow made him superior to everyone else in the room by virtue of her existence.She looked at the four girls, all carrying wine, looking at her sympathetically. It didn't seem like a school reunion to her. Martin entered first, and as Olivia followed, staring in awe, a hand slid across her ass ushering her through. Erin's bulge was massive, and I was worried, "How much could she of grown so much? She was so small before." I thought to myself. I'm going to get this fiiiine girl something nice," she said, ignoring him and putting a hand on Olivia's shoulder.

Okay," said Gemma, the only light-skinned girl there apart from Olivia. "This is the 'do or drink' game... If you don't do the activity, or answer the question, drink!"Nonsense," he proclaimed, whippet-thin chest puffed up to its broadest state. "I'll get you going, I always do." There were a few beaming photos of Roselyn and her family dotted across various surfaces without making it feel cluttered, and Olivia noticed there were no boyfriends or husbands next to her in the photographs. She sighed, as this usually meant she would have to listen to it... All of it. He didn't even let her cook or clean at the same time, forcing her to give up half her day just to sit through what sounded like a broken record repeating over and over, that seemed purpose-made just to send her to sleep. Martin had taken to explaining the changes and creation of these 'beats', which were completely lost on her, but she tried to be supportive and listen. The evening was far more enjoyable than Olivia had expected mainly because Roselyn was so charming, helped of course by Martin having occupied himself annoying his old classmates. Olivia murmured, surprised, but before she could remove it the hand was taken away, leaving her confused and touching the place where she had been stroked as Roselyn begin introducing the girls.