Ever since the african voodoo priest changed me into a woman, I struggled to get the nasty sinful th
Ever since the african voodoo priest changed me into a woman, I struggled to get the nasty sinful thoughts out of my head. I just had to make it to the next full moon without an orgasm and the spell would be broken. But the way this young black man stared openly at me.. and that obvious bulge in his pants.. “i wonder how big his balls are” i ask myself as i rub my legs together and feel a drop of my pussy juice leave my new, virgin pussy and run down my leg.. -- source link