Night of the Living Pussy
Stephanie had wavy black hair that went to her shoulders, D-cup breasts that made the buttons on her shirt beg for mercy, and a well-toned stomach due to her track and field training. At night she couldn’t help but fantasize about those guys that gawked at her on a daily basis, but the scars on her hands held her back from releasing the ever-growing sexual tension within her. While deep into her biology book, Stephanie was unaware of the prying eyes of a tiny creature outside her window. Tap...