I couldn't help it... I wrote a story ;_______;
"Plakad, you shouldn't come here when I'm smoking..." Plakad sat down next to Claire, her head resting down a bit, her eyes focused on Claire's tiny shorts and already slightly wet pussy showing through the fabric. She moved her hand to Claire's, resting their fingers together. Claire took another big puff off of her joint. "Oh... I... I didn't know you..." Plakad moved quickly, putting her mouth to Claire's ear, whispering something softly, one hand cupped on Claire's breast, the other already fingers dancing outside of Plakad's dripping pussy. One finger circles Plakad's clit, another slowly moves in and out of her tight little slit... and a third pressingly softly on her own asshole. Suddenly, Plakad begins to feel the pressure, happiness and pleasure rising from her toes and fingers, as her giant futa begins to grow from under her skirt. At first, she's nervous, quickly pulling her skirt down, but Claire reaches up and gently places her hand wrapped around the shaft. "May I taste you," Claire asks, as she slowly opens her mouth, tongue sliding underneath Plakad's beautiful, soft head, guiding the rest of the shaft into Claire's mouth. She reaches the very base of the cock, closes her eyes, and rolls her tongue around and around Plakad's futa, moaning deeply, and finally opening her eyes, looking up into Plakad's eyes...