Minicap: Spell Malfunction

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Summer job

The room was big with large windows that filled it with warm summer sunlight. Five girls sat on the old fashioned beds, waiting.

No one said a word. They just looked at each other in silence. One of them studied her fingernails, slightly dazed. Another touched her hair, bewildered, as if that could help her solve a strange puzzle.

Ivana looked down at her long sexy legs. "This is so strange," she said to herself. "I cannot remember these legs. I have never painted my toenails before, have I?"

Samantha drew her breath in an attempt to focus.

"Summer camp," she said to herself. "I believe we arrived here yesterday for summer camp." But her mind was full of images of unruly boys hollering on the bus, not of these beautiful women. She smiled to herself: "I must have dreamt it. Me being a boy, that's ridiculous!"

"What are we waiting for?" Isabelle asked herself. "We are waiting for something or someone! But whom?"

Downstairs the Priestess of Ereshkigal welcomed the first customers of the day:

"Gentlemen," she said. "The girls are waiting for you upstairs. Just make your pick from the book over there, and I will bring her to your room..."

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This is my entry at the Rachel's Haven's July cap contest.

Such a sweet little girl - a tale of sissyhood

- Oh, Magda, Peter has come around so well. Look at him, sucking Fred's dick like that! Is he humming? Is that a song?

- Yes, it is. It is the song we used to camouflage his hypnotic suggestions. Sometimes he wakes up at night and comes over to my room to ask for Fred. He likes it so much.

- And he is so sweet. That's adorable skirt! And where did you find that blouse?

- Over at H&M, Eliza, they have such beautiful things at reasonable prizes.

But I have started taking Peter with me shopping, now, letting him look for clothes himself.

He hasn't completely gotten the hang of it yet, and I have to stop him from going over to the games shop, but in general he is well behaved.

-I see that, and I am so impressed. You know, I am having a much harder time with my son.

Eric tries to spit out his hormone pills and he won't let me massage his chest with hormone cream.

I had to burn all his old clothes to get him to wear the sweet dresses I have bought him. It is a shame! I honestly don't know what to do about it...

- You have to be strict, dear. Punish him every time he spits the pills out. I use an electric rod for that.

I don't have to use it much these days, though. All I have to do is to show it to him, and he immediately does what I say.

Actually, I have come to rely more on rewards, lately. I give him the big carrot not the small stick (he he!).

Peter gets his biggest dildo every time he takes his pills. And for major events, like surgery, I bring Fred over and let Peter suck dick as much as he likes.

- He has such magnificent tits. How did you manage to make them so big?

- Well, you know, his body is genetically programmed for tits, all boys' are, and he has inherited his ample bosom from me.

I had Dr. Finckle help them along though. He is such a gentleman, Dr. Finckle.

- Oh, yes, he is. He helped me with my face lift last year, dear, and I want him to give Eric his vagina. How is Peter taking the loss of his penis?

- Well, his dick wasn't much to speak of from the beginning, Liz. He has that from his father's side, I am afraid.

So I told him that Dr. Finckle would help him perfect his clitoris and open up his pussy. He seems to believe it. In any case, he seems to enjoy being filled up in that hole as well.

- Which is as it should be.
- Amen to that.

I don't know what we mothers should have done without modern medicine, dear.

I mean, there is so much pain in the world, and it is all caused by male testosterone.

- Peter is lucky to have you as a mother, Madge. There are so many mothers out there that let their sons run wild.

- Oh, yes, isn't that a shame! But I must say, though -- you know, just between you and me -- that sometimes it is good to have a well equipped man between your legs!

- Of course, Magda, but not as member of the family!

- Speaking of family! I have some new pictures of Peter from his birthday party. There is one this funny one where Fred is tit-fucking him that you just have to see. Peter looks so happy in that picture.

I'll get some tea...


Images from Brazzers.com

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The Womanizer

- Are you coming? The movie starts in 30 minutes! Adam was impatient.

- Just one sec!

Samuel looked mesmerized at the beautiful girl across the street.

- Damn! She is hot! No, she is more than hot. She is divine. Heavenly. Out of this world. She is the perfect woman! Do you know her?

- You don't wanna go there!

- Why not!

- That is the womanizer!

- She is a lesbian?

- No, she was cursed when she visited China last year. Every man she sleeps with is transformed into a woman!

- Naw, nonsense!

- You know Debbie, the new girl you discovered last month?

- Yeah?

- That was Dan.

- No, come on! I slept with her. That was def a woman. A gorgeous woman.

- No doubt. But she used to be Dan before that witch over there lured him into bed. As soon as she has slept with 12 boys, the curse will be lifted. Rumor has it, she has only one to go. Listen, we have to go now if we are to get good seats!

- Sorry mate, I suddenly remembered I have promised my dad to move the lawn.

- Ahhhh, man! Shit! All right. Off you go!

- Sorry, dude! See yah!

A few steps down the streets Adam turned and looked back at Samuel.

- Hey, Samuel, that's not the way back to your house!

- Gotta run, Adam, gotta run!

This one's for Sam over at RH.

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The U.S. Army Post Trauma Treatment Services

No, no, no, Greg! You really have to learn how to relax.

Sex can be such a spiritually fulfilling experience, if you just learn to let your body and mind go. Go with the flow, you know.

You are as tense as the string of a fiddle. It is not that I don't mind a tight pussy, but your pleasure is my pleasure . You have to learn how to enjoy yourself.

I understand that it can be hard to be forcefully changed into a woman and recruited to the U.S. Army Post Trauma Treatment Services.

Yes, the word "voluntary" is just a formality, I agree to that as well.

But we are at war, sergeant, and you did disgrace your uniform by calling Captain Eve Grant a -- I quote -- "stupid Navy slut".

We can't have that kind of attitude in our armed forces, sergeant, not now that we have a black female president.

You should be glad to have the opportunity to serve your country and your fellow soldiers as a Female Sexual Therapist in the A.P.T.S.

We have a lot of traumatized soldiers, girl, and they deserve some understanding from a friendly girl like you.

So, you need to learn how to relax, soldier!

Now, let's see if you are less tense in that third opening of yours.

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The pix of Aaaralynn Barra are taken from Brazzers.com.

Quick Cap: Disappointment

Just a little TG quicky for you!

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Dear Little Goth Girl

Dear little goth girl, how do you feel?
A prick of my needle and nothing seems real.
Your hair has grown long, that means a great deal,
When your pride and your joy were those muscles of steel.

You are small and you're weak now, Dementia dear.
A girl like yourself has no friends around here.
All they do care for is how you appear.
Don't look for your penis, it's gone now, I fear.

There's no need to worry, there are plenty around.
Get down on your knees girl, for that sucking sound.
They may not appreciate how you are dressed,
But they certainly long to suckle your breasts.

Now, why don't you touch that soft pussy of yours?
There are secrets inside you and hidden doors.
I know where they are and can make you soar.
Who gives a shit if they call us whores.





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This cap is dedicated to Dee over at Rachel's Haven with great gratitude for the caps she has given me.

One of her series, the amazing story about how Rebecca lost count and was destined to be an office slut forever, is included below in a separate post

Semper Fi!

What made you think changing me into a sexy fox, would be such a good idea, Malcolm?

You thought the spells would make me swoon and spread my new long sexy legs for you, didn't you? That you would get yourself a willing, nymphomaniac, sex slut that would keep you warm in the winter.

Well, think again, mister! I am a marine, for heavens sake. I have fought in Afghanistan and Iraq. I have killed more men that you have trout, and I will never obey a navy blockhead like yourself!

I am giving you a one minute head start, for our old friendship's sake, and then I am coming after you. You'd better start running!

1001, 1002, 1003, 1004....

Hey, I mean it! Start running now! That's my boy!

1010, 1011....

I like the handbag, Malcolm. Nice touch. I can keep my ammo in there and - eh - my lipstick. I have to do something about all this hair though. It gets in my eyes and makes it harder to aim.

30 seconds left, Malcolm.

Hm, I like the necklace as well. I wonder if I can get some earrings that go with that.

1056, 1057, 1058, 1059. Time's up, Malcom! I am coming to get yah!!!

This one is for Vanessa over at Rachel's Haven.

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Please let me go!

I beg you, please let me go!

You have to stop this man from doing this to me! Don't let him fuck me, pleeeeeease!

I didn't mean to steal Amanda away from you, Phil, I didn't, seriously! It just happened.

You can have her back. Just take her. Just release the spell and let me go.

You will let me go if I suck his cock? No, don't ask me to do that!

OK OK OK OK OK! I will! I will suck his cock! But he is so big. He is so fucking big! Blaaaaah. Iz diz .. slurp.. gooo enouh ... suck.. wooo you?

Nonononononononono, stop, please, stop! Don't turn me around! Don't put that horrible thing....

Ooooounghhh! Gawd. He's inside me. Noooooooo! I... ehg ... can't ... oumph ... take it... ongh....

What do you mean, Amanda won't have you? Agh! Of course she will. She loves you, I know .... oh fuck, this is so strange and... I am sure she will take you back.

The thing with me was just a silly mistake, you know. We got drunk and ... aaaaaaaaaah!... just fooled around.

It is just an explanation you know? I know that what we did was terribly wrong. It will never happen aaaaaarghain.

What do you mean, I will never be able to take a girl form you again? Of course you are going to change me back, You haveeeeeeee to.

Oh, no, don't let him touch my chest. My nipples are so sensitive. Please let go of my -- I can't believe I am saying this -- tits. Please! It feels so strange. So wonderfully strange.



Phil, please, I will give you anything. My car? Take it, it is yours! My money? Go get them!

Just let this man stop doing what he is doing to me, because I don't know if I can't hold back any more. It .... just... feels ... too... fucking ... goooooooood!

This cap is dedicated to Tiffany, who gave me the magical cap you find below.

The images are from Brazzers.com, a site I am testing out at the moment. I will let you know if it is any good.

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TG Carwash

OK, it was a stupid mistake. You don't drive into a carwash called Magic Transformation in a convertible with the hood open. You just don't!

Scott was soaked in magic soap and chemicals. He even swallowed some and found his body changing rapidly, gaining curves and soft bumps where no bumps should be.

And while his dick shrunk into a small red button a new slit opened up below it, his screams of panic climbed rapidly up to the level of a soprano.

He teared of his clothes and grabbed his new tits in shock.

"Welcome to my carwash, Erin!" A man came up behind her.

"You are mine now, darling. There is nowhere else for you to go."

He pushed her up against the car and entered her from behind.

Erin screamed in anguish as he thrust his dick into her new pussy. Soon her crying turned into sobs of pleasure, however, as magic and sex gave her a series of orgasms of a type unknown to any male.

She was utterly confused. Confused about her new body, confused about the man inside her and confused about the pleasure that rippled through her.

Suddenly felt an urgent craving for tasting his cock. She couldn't stop herself, even as hard as she tried.

She fell to her knees and drew in the musky scent of his penis mixed with her own pussy juices.

The magic had completely taken over her soul, and she started to suck hungrily.

Maybe she could get used to car cleaning.

Images from Brazzers.com. This cap is a gift for Erin in gratitude for her guest cap.

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Guest Cap: Still Single

This one has a wonderfully evil twist. It is a gift from Crystal over at Rachel's.

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My original cap to her can be found here.

Guest Cap: Home Early

Kristi over at Rachel's Haven has given me a wonderful trangender comic strip I would like to share with you.

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In return I have given her my first transexual caption.

How Tony was Forced into Becoming a Transexual

Hey there! My name is Kristi. I see that he is trying to recruit you as well.

I am losing it. I truly am. I have tried so hard to keep just one small part of my old self alive. To uphold that person I once was, and to spite that fucking bastard, but I feel myself slipping away.

I don't know why he selected me in the first place. He has a good eye for that female potential, I guess, and he has done this before. Since you are here, I guess you know everything about him and his huge inheritance.

Money and power corrupts. I know that now, because this man has used his power to fulfill all of his fantasies, and I mean all! There are some dreams that are supposed to remain in our heads, but he doesn't care.

I was -- like you, I guess -- invited to one of his parties, tempted by pussy and booze. I never left. He told me in his soft voice that the mob was watching my parents and my two younger sisters, and showed me a video to prove it. If I didn't do what he said, he would torture and kill them. Do you remember the Veronica Smith murder? That was him.

I have been on pills for more than a year now. These two babies are the happy result of hormone creams and expensive surgery. He has his own cosmologist, and she has done wonders for my skin.

He wants me to keep my dick. It turns him on, he says, and sometimes he goes down on me. But mostly I am the one sucking dick in this house.

He started fucking me a couple of months ago, after having presented me with new pictures of Marge, my youngest sister. It was painful at first, but now my ass have become a perfect fit for his penis.

And the problem is that I am starting to like it. I like feeling his rod pumping in and out, in and out, filling me up. I like wearing scanty dresses and sexy pantyhose, and I like the thought of turning him on, and the fact that a man desires me.

I have lost my family, but I have saved their lives. I take comfort in that. But he is all I have now. So I beg you, run away from here before he captures you as well. I do not want to be replaced!

Images by Tranny Surprise.

There is, of course no connection between the fictional character of this story and the model depicted.

This cap is dedicated to Kristi in gratitude for the wonderful comic strip cap she has given me.

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Guest Cap: The Cider Solution

Kira (AKA XtremeCSSA) over at Rachel's Haven has made me the following cap.

Ain't I cute! And I love that chest ;-)

Thank you very much, Kira!

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Guest Cap: The New Hunter

Alexia over at Rachel's Haven has caught on to my interest for ancient mythology. After all, the Goddess of Inanna and her sisterhood, takes part in several of my stories.

Alexia has given me a series of caps featuring another incarnation of Inanna, namely her Greek counterpart Artemis (known as Diana among the Romans). This is actually a very clever variation of the original myth.

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The Chaperon

I know that you warned me, Rebecca! I heard you loud and clear. "Ben," you said. "Do not under any circumstances have sex in your new body!" you said. I wasn't deaf.

And I can assure you I had no intention whatsoever to break my promise. I was secure in my male identity, I can assure you and when I agreed to use the magic ring you gave me, it was only because you wanted someone to accompany you to the date with Simon. A girl, a chaperon, that could help you out if you didn't like him.

But you did like him, didn't you? And you left the restaurant early to fuck him senseless. Damn, girl, we could smell your pheromones all over the restaurant.

So, you left me with Richard, sweet, beautiful, sexy Richard. And I was there in one of the most sexy female bodies the world has ever seen, and I can assure you, Rebecca, that that body knows how to produce estrogen and all of the other hormones that make girls horny.

Richard, of course, was a gentleman and bought me all the drinks I asked for. How could I know my new body couldn't take the amount of alcohol I am used to. He took me home, just to help me, you know, and I invited him in. What could I do? He smelled so good!

And then he held me and started to kiss me and my heart went into overdrive and it was all so hot and I just had to open a button and then another one and he grabbed my breast and kissed my ear and I just accidentally brushed his crotch and I just had to hold his cock, you know. It was so beautiful!

So how could I not taste it? You are a girl, you know how it is! It was like a religious epiphany, you know. I had no idea women could feel like this, but right there I had to worship that cock. And now, of course, he was getting terribly excited, and I couldn't disappoint him, could I, that sweet, sweet man!

You know what he did? He put his finger inside my pussy and started to massage my clit with his thumb. And then he kissed me, long, soft, French kisses that just went on and on and on and on and on and I was so wet that he just had to clean me up with his mouth.

I needed him inside me, dammit! And I was a brand new girl. I hadn't planned for this, and I was so aroused I forgot all about condoms, and when he was inside me it was like I was in another place, you know, another dimension where no one cares about condoms and stuff.

I couldn't ask him to hold back, that would be cruel, and to be honest I didn't want him to hold back either. It felt so good to be a woman, that right there I honestly wanted to be one forever. And then he came inside me, and I could feel my body settle down in its new shape.

So now what do I do?

Richard wants to marry me and have lots of sex and kids and a dog and a Volvo and I want him so much that I am willing to do nearly anything.

But I do not exist, do I? I have no identity papers, no social security number. There are no photo albums with pictures of me running around as a little girl in my parents' garden.

As a matter of fact, my parents wouldn't recognize me as I am now! And God knows what my colleagues would say if I turned up at work.

Please, Rebecca, I'll do anything if you help me!

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The pictures are from Totally Redhead. I often go to that site for those sexy, professional, airbrushed images.

This story is dedicated to Vengeance1701 over at Rachel's Haven.

Click on the image below to see the great cap Vengeance1701 gave to me!

It is the erotic story of the water polo player that got a new and more fulfilling life after an unusual bath!

Click here to see the original captions for this story.

Guest Cap: Know-it All

Here's a sweet techno cap I got from wakkawakke200 over at Rachel's Haven.

Wakkawakka? Must be Hawaiian!

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Here is the text:

Alan was a bit of a "know-it-all" in his family. He always knew why something was the way it was, and got a bit peeved when people didn't listen. Coming home after a busy day at work showing everyone the basic functions of the new computer system at work, he was none to pleased to be asked to fix his mother's computer again.

"Mom, I told you a hundred times to stop clicking on all those pop-ups!"

"I am sorry honey, it just wouldn't go away," she replied, secretly smiling.

Sighing to himself Alan clicked the computer on to notice a small window showing a confirmation window. As he went to dispose of it the windows displayed the message "Thank you, Jessica".

Alan did not understand the message and went to click it away when the mouse tumbled off the table.

Picking the mouse up, Jessica could only look at her mum and ask: "Mum, why won't the computer work? I need to get on to check my MySpace account! I need to know if Beth is gonna meet me at the mall tomorrow!"

Thanks to wakkawakka200!

Guest Cap: Call me Rebecca!

Here is a beautiful cap I got from Erin over at Rachel's Haven.

I love that bewildered look on her (my!) face.

Thank you Erin. You will get one back!

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Yummy!

The great thing about becoming so young and small, Richard noted, was the fact that everything appeared so big: counters, chairs, WCs and whatever it was Phillip was hiding in his jeans.

Yummy!


When I found these pictures on istockphoto I just had to download them.

This small woman is like the epitome of femininity to me: small, beautiful and charming in a mischievous kind of way.

The cap goes to wakkawakka200 over at Rachel's Haven.

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Sex on the beach

Alexander didn't really have any good reason to be suspicious.

It was natural that the young, good looking, man came up to him and asked if he knew any good local guides. After all, Alexander was the best guide in the area. The man wanted to find a secluded island out in the tropical archipelago.

"You have come to right man," Alexander had replied truthfully. "Guiding is what I do for a living, and I know of some really beautiful places where the tourists will leave you alone."

That was perfect, the man said. He presented himself as Ronald. When Alexander gave him his own name, Ronald hired him on the spot.

The same afternoon they went out in the big cabin cruiser the man had rented.

"You travel alone?" Alexander asked him.

"I have a rather stressful work environment," Ronald said. "For me a holiday is relaxing away from it all on a beautiful tropic island with a good friend."

"Sure, but where is your friend?"

"Oh, she will arrive later this evening."

Alexander didn't reply to that. It wasn't that easy to find the island he was taking Ronald to, and his girlfriend would find it hard to track them. Well, S.E.P., Somebody Else's Problem.

They anchored up at a beautiful beach, and Roland immediately went for a swim. He was clearly enjoying himself immensely. Alexander found himself a spot under a tree, reading a book.

Finally Ronald carried a small table out of the boat's cabin and cooked them a small meal. That was an interesting twist. Normally it was Alexander who did all the cooking on trips like these.

Ronald invited him over and served him a glass of red wine.

"What about your girlfriend?" Alexander asked.

"Alexandra will be here any minute."

"But shouldn't she have a plate as well?"

"Don't worry about it! Here's to a perfect evening!"

Ronald raised his glass to his lips, but didn't drink. Instead he watched Alexander attentively. This was a strange man, indeed!

Alexander was thirsty and took a big sip. He probably shouldn't have.

"Gaaaaakh..." He fell down to his knees, unable to speak. He tried again: "Gaaaaagh..." He tumbled down on his face, in agony. It was as if 10,000 poisonous ants were crawling through his veins.

"Try to breathe calmly," Ronald said. "And the pain will soon be over!"

That man had poisoned him. He was dying! Alexander soon realized, however, that he wasn't so much dying as changing.

He could feel his hips widen. Dark curly hair cascaded down his shoulders. His chest was growing, sprouting two beautifully shaped breasts. He grabbed his crotch in anguish, only to feel his dick shrink into oblivion, being replaced by a very female slit.

Finally the pain subsided. He opened his eyes and found Ronald looking down at him. "Hey there, Alexandra. You look stunning, girl! Why don't you join me for dinner?"

Alexander found himself trying to object, but immediately an inner force took over, and he found himself answering in a high, bell-ringing, voice: "That would be nice, Ronald!"

He sat down on the chair, still shaking from the ordeal.

"Oh, I am sorry," Ronald said. Let me get you your robe!" He went into the boat and came back with a red robe in silk. Alexander put it on over his old shorts and T-shirt. His shorts were tight around his wider hips, but there was no way he was going to remove them.

"I am sorry I had to put you through this, but I can assure you, it is all for the best. I lost my girlfriend Alexia in an accident a few weeks ago, and since then I have done anything to get her back. I am a rich man, and I did, finally, find a witch that had the magic I needed. You have now the body of Alexia, and I can assure you, your mind will follow..."

No, that couldn't be! But he soon found his mind slipping. His memory of his own childhood mixed with images of himself as a little girl, playing in a garden. He "remembered" colleagues from her workplace. Alexia was clearly a fashion designer, as images of catwalks and clothes flashed by.

"I have missed you, Alexia!"

"I have missed you too, Ronald," Alexia replied. And she did! She loved this man! Roland was not a stranger. He was her man. He was her lover, wasn't he? God, this was confusing!

The strange thing was that she felt perfectly at home in her new body, as if it had been her own for more than twenty years. And it was such a beautiful body!

She was hungry. They ate in silence as old lovers sometimes do, at ease with themselves and each other.

Finally Ronald stood up and reached out for her hand. "Let's go down to the beach!" he said.

She should have been afraid -- scared to death, even -- but Alexia found herself walking calmly with Ronald down to the beach, and when he started undressing, so did she. She had to get rid of those stupid men's clothes, anyway -- didn't she?

They jumped into the water and played like dolphins for a while, and when they finally decided to walk up on the beach it felt natural for Alexia to sit down on the sand with her back resting on Ronald's chest. That is what old lovers do, isn't it?

When Ronald cupped her breasts Alexia could feel her breathing quicken in anticipation and when his hand reached her pussy she found herself moaning with pleasure.

Oh yes, she had missed this! But then again, she had never done this, had she? Or?


She stretched like a cat when she felt his dick stiffen against her butt. She turned around slowly and held it in her hands. She could clearly remember that she had had one of her own, not long ago, but now that seemed irrelevant somehow.

She bent down, feeling her hair form a curtain around her head, her hand and his penis. She started to suck. Slowly at first, more eagerly after a while.

She wanted him, she wanted him badly. She wanted him inside her.

She turned around again and wriggled her shapely ass towards him. "Fuck me, lover!" she heard herself say. "Fill me up with your love!"

When his penis touched her moist pussy lips she felt herself shivering with pleasure, and when he thrust his dick inside her she felt her own hips responding strongly, pushing back.

And when she finally came in a series of violent orgasms, she knew that she was Alexia forever, and that she would never go back.

This cap was made for Alexia over at Rachel's Haven.

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