So much color went into this pic

I'm sure there's a interesting story behind her. Cool mechanical wings.

Shes a lovely woman and all. But What's going on around her, what is that bent bamboo pole thing and what is that weird board to her right?

Princess Peach?

This pic makes me jealous.. -sighs-

Despite the weirdness of this pic. The pink hair and yellow eyes make her look awfully cute

I want to say dedicated to Nakita but Nakita isn't the blushing/clothes on type, lol.

Normally I wouldn't upload something with such a annoying level of censoring but it had too many things going on in the pic to pass up. Pregnant, lactation, bisexual, multiple people.

I called it a werewolf but I am not quite sure if that is correct.

It was nice to have a always aroused creature like this goo-girl around to pleasure the men. There was no worry about impregnating or injury to the woman, all she wanted was their semen. When she was done with this job and the men moved on, she would decide when to impregnate her womb with their seed and the off-spring would be another horny goo-girl whom followed in it's mothers footsteps.
Fucking a goo-girl was like fucking something sticky and wet and at first it was something the men needed getting used to. But once they realized the morphing control that the goo-girl had and that she could create a hole for them to fuck anywhere on her body, they quickly made using her a reoccurring event in their daily routine. Eventually the men got used to having to share the goo-girl with other men at the same time, thanks in due part to the goo-girl herself who enjoyed the more the merrier saying.

My tutor teaches me more than school work.. He would begin by helping me with my work at my desk but soon he would suggest that the bed was more comfortable, and I agree. Then he would complain that my room was too hot and remove his shirt, catching me eyeing this process and a little more after the shirt was gone. He had a beautiful body, and he knew it. He would distract me with more school work while he made his way closer to my body, leaning down to get to the papers and not moving back once he had corrected a problem or pointed something out. I didn't know if he knew, but I could feel his erection through his pants, it was large and wanting and a part of my mind thought about what it would be like to give.. Maybe he could sense this? Maybe he saw me daydreaming and blushing?
"Would you like me to make you less hot too..?" He suggested, and I was too shy to vocally reply and nodded slowly. He took hold of my pantyhos and underwear all at once and pulled them down, revealing my shaven virgin womanhood and my shapely bottom. I looked back at him as he stood up and removed the rest of his clothes, his erection standing proud.. "Continue to do your homework.." He told me, a blush was my reply. He got back down onto the bed and pressed his member in between my legs and up against my womanhood, rubbing against my folds and teasing me well. "Good.." He either said about my correct answer or how his cock felt against me..

Kissing her was the best thing in the world, the taste of her lips or the taste of her skin, the taste of any part of her. She tasted like the sweetest of candies, made my heart fizzle to life each time, it made me desire more of her.. And she was happy to have me too, we would work each others clothes off and make it to the rose pedal scattered bed, from there I would remove her shirt and admire her breasts then press my own against them as I leaned in for another taste. From then on existence was all for her and I felt like she felt the same. I got her naked first and my kisses lowered from her lips to her chin, neck, then chest. She would make the cutest sounds that paired perfectly with the rest of her and I would continue to kiss away until she asked for more. Our love making was never rough, we didn't need someone on top, someone in control, it was pure connection between us two, a union finalized when both of us has had our moaning orgasmic moment, usually around the same time. But sex wasn't how we expressed our love, it was from kisses and reminders that she was the best thing to happen to me, and that I couldn't live without tasting you on my lips each night..

The survivors of battle would return home to their wives waiting for them to signal that they wanted a proper victory reward. As he stripped his armor she too would strip her clothes and they would meet wherever was closest and fuck like there was no tomorrow. The men were often somewhat bigger than the women which would lead to some dominate sex on the part of the male. He controlled her hips, how much of his cock would please her at any given time. It was bliss for the woman who would turn her focus to massaging her breasts and trying to get the best pleasure out of it. The session would go on for hours and all over the house, at the end she would be filled with plenty of baby batter, soon producing more warriors or women for future warriors to conquer.

At some point she had become bored with her daily routine, a constant bore of waking up, going to work, coming home, mediocre sex with her husband, and bed. Soon her husband would realize, especially the times he watched her watching his coworkers go about their business, the taller, stronger..Bigger coworkers. The loving husband he is decided to arrange something for her. When she came home one evening from her daily routine, he was waiting with three of his coworkers. It didn't take much convincing for her to do it, with her husband watching, the three men quickly did way with their clothes and the clothes that restricted them from her already excited cunt. One lifted her up and gave that cunt his cock, pounding her up and down on his shaft while the other two went in for her mouth and hand to suck and erect their cocks. Her husband was surprised by his own enjoyment of watching his wife happiness from this out of routine turn of event. Soon her mouth would taste the cock of these strangers, her body would bath in their semen, and her womb would be filled..
The daily routine would continue, but once every month her husband's coworkers would visit again and would give her a taste of excitement.

Her friends..Always touchy, always horny, always without care whether or not she was horny too.. But often eventually that didn't matter, they knew how to touch her, to push her buttons to get her moaning and wanting, wet and blushing. It was often like this, in a place she didn't expect them to advance, how one would touch her and she would try to defend and the other would move in and get more of her clothing open, more of her body revealed. Soon they would have her breasts, making her regret the first time she admitted enjoying having her breasts fondled and nipples teased, from then on she would be less defensive inviting the other to remove more clothes and touch more of her body. Soon she would be as horny as they and find herself begging to cum..