one giant strike of lightning. Her arms bore a thin, light brown covering of hair. xnx No one had ever done that to her before… She was starting to moan loudly and began oscillating her crotch against the Unicorn’s back. “This doesn’t work anymore,” she said sadly. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. At first, she yelped with each strike, but then the yelps became lower pitched and slowly morphed into loud, long moans. His long mane was fluttering slightly in the wind of his flight and felt like a feather duster against her nipples. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. A little after eleven, the last of the second shift technicians were gone for the night and Marcella was waiting anxiously for
