Could it get any worst … or better? She looked herself over to see her clothing had not made the muscles bound transformation from before. She could feel the pressure mounting and about to boil over but she wasn’t quite there. She looked herself over to see her clothing had not made the muscles bound transformation from before. She shoved her hand down her loincloth to rub between her lips to start her on to a nighttime climax. Maybe um… the clit ticking appendix that made climaxing a min by min reality. True to his word, Tara won the day and she could barely move but not moving was even a worst idea. She felt like she was a fucking waterfall coming out of her cunt. Her nipple were very aware of the friction the metal played in making her very aroused.
