A sudden gasp rips through the air, cumslut breathes as though she has just fallen off a 10 story building.<strong>M.. Master Wh.. whats going on?</strong>Cumslut mewls, falling off the shop keepers cock.<strong>Oh, Master, I forgot to mention, familiars can't be turned feral.</strong>Erica says to you loudly.<br/><br/>Cumslut attempts to rise to her feet, but falls down, week from her sentience returning.<strong>Did... were you... you let him turn me feral?...</strong>Cumslut sobs, sad that her master would allow the man to finish the deed with her. She crawls to you. Her tongue extends from her mouth, sweeping across your cock, wrapping around your shaft and barbs like a boa constrictor. She then takes takes your shaft into her moist mouth. Her saliva quickly coats your barbs and drips down to the seal her lips make around you. She slides your tip into her fluttering, and sobbing throat. It squeezes, and quivers on you, massaging you wonderfully. She bobs slowly, letting the saliva strands drip from your barbs to your base as she pulls her mouth up your shaft. Her tongue writhes about as she bobs back down, the seal of her lips sucking like a nice vacuum on your barbed cock.