Her training regimen was simple: anal one day, vaginal the next. Porn Then the man’s breathing grew hard and wheezy. Candy could read all of this from the Fiend’s face because she had seen it scores of times before. He was tall and balding, smiling with yellowing teeth. Alleged car trouble ‘forced’ him to take her back to his place instead of where he promised to drop her off. Poor little Candy had no choice but to give this big, strong man what he wanted. When she caught herself, she turned the moan into a roar of defiance. She managed to join him in nirvana before the last spurts of the Fiend’s cursed orgasm exited the beanbag ballsack that grew into a seat during the transformation.
