<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/futafaith_zpswqb199jg.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Faith Mercer<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Mall, Corrs' Secret<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Hoodie, jeans, trainers<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hailey, Open<br/><hr/>Even before Hailey touched her Faith was unable to stop the desperate little moans that escaped her, and Hailey's hand would be soaked very quickly, as the young reporter practically dripped with need.<br/>Little resistance was offered to the other woman's cock - given who she now lived with, Faith had quickly been made used to taking large members - and her response was a sift sigh of relief at the sensation of being filled with the shopkeeper's dick.<br/><br/>"I ... I kinda wanted this for a while," Faith admitted quietly and shyly. She'd always had an appreciation for the female form, after all, and even without the changes inflicted on her she'd probably have tried to make a pass at Hailey. Of course, things would have been rather different and she wouldn't have rushed straight to the sex like this. But she had been quite honest when she said that she needed this - her hands (and every remotely insertable object she'd been able to get hold of) were no longer anywhere near enough to satisfy her greatly increased urges, after all. "Not like ..." she gasped. "Like this, though. Doing it properly not like s-some horny slut. But I can't take it anymore! Please, just .. just<em>don't </em>be gentle."<br/>She pushed her self against Hailey until their crotches met, the redhead's short, fat cock caught between their bellies and Hailey's buried inside her.<br/>"I wanted it to be ... be nice and romantic and ... but this damn body needs to be f-fucked." She rocked back on Hailey's cock. "<em>Please</em>." She begged.