My First Futa Experience

Siri Dahl and Codi Vore sprawl across the bed in their pajama shorts, the tablet between them glowing with some stolen scene off a futanari site. They’re elbow to elbow, giggling, trading little smirks. Then Codi’s cock pushes hard against the thin fabric. The head swells, curving the material, and Siri’s breath stops short. She reaches out without asking and tugs the waistband down. Codi’s dick springs free, already slick at the tip, thick and warm. Siri wraps her fingers around the shaft, pumps once, twice, then drops her head and takes it in her mouth. Codi pushes deeper, muttering something that never reaches the end of the sentence. A sudden, slow ache blooms between Siri’s legs, followed by the same unmistakable stretch. Her own cock shoves forward, swelling past Codi’s hand, bigger already, the skin tight and flushed. Siri pulls off with a wet sound, dick bobbing heavy between her thighs. They twist together, hands everywhere, hers gripping the new length, fingers barely circling it, while Codi strokes her too, faster, hungry for what’s suddenly there. No one pauses for permission. They just move, pressing and tasting, locked in the breathless fact that the fantasy on the screen is now hard, leaking, and real between them.