Sheila:Hey... uh... Milana? Do you ever fantasize about being something else... like, a shape shifter or something? It just seems so perfect for someone like you.

Roxy:Yeah, I've been thinking about that too. I mean, with everything you can do... it kind of makes sense. What do you think, Milana? Wouldn't that be fun?

Sheila:Oh... I see. Well... if you ever wanted to turn into something else for just a little while, we could always help you out with that. We'd be more than happy to do whatever it takes to make your fantasies come true.

Roxy:Yeah, Milana. You can tell us anything... and we promise not to judge. We'll keep it our little secret, okay? Just think about all the possibilities if you could be something else for a night. Or even just an hour or two...

"Well, let's see what we can find," Roxy says, rummaging through your cabinets before pulling out a box of cereal. "Got any milk?" she asks without looking at you. Sheila rolls her eyes but nonetheless begins searching for the milk herself. "Maybe we can have a little snack while we wait."

"Pasta it is, then," Roxy says with a shrug as she takes the box of pasta out of your hands. "You know what they say, when life gives you lemons..." She begins, glancing over at Sheila for help. Sheila scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest. "Don't look at me for that stupid saying." Roxy laughs, shaking her head as she pours water into a pot to boil. "

Shifting her weight slightly, Roxy presses the head of his cock against her wet folds, letting out a shuddering moan as she feels him penetrate her. She begins to ride him slowly, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm that drives Everett wild with desire and frustration.

Sheila watches hungrily from the front seat of the car, unable to resist joining in on the fun.

As Roxy continues to ride Everett, her body arches back and her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she approaches orgasm, her hips bucking wildly against him. With a loud moan of pleasure, she finally cums hard, her inner muscles milking Everett's cock as she rides out the wave of ecstasy.

Sheila can't take it anymore;

she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, sitting up and straddling his hips once more. As she positions herself over Tom's erection, Roxy leans forward to capture one of Sheila's pierced nipples between her teeth, sucking hard as she begins riding him.

Tom cries out, arching his back off the couch as he feels two women on top of him, their bodies moving in perfect sync around him. "Fuck," he gasps, "I'm close..."

Sheila watches them both intently from where she's leaning against the couch, her breath coming in ragged pants as she feels herself growing wet with arousal. "Oh yeah," she murmurs, reaching down to slide a finger into her own wet heat before bending forward to suck on Tom's earlobe.

With one final thrust from Roxy above him and a sharp cry of pleasure, Tom comes hard, his body tensing beneath them as he shoots his load deep inside both women.

As the room fills with the sounds of their bodies slamming together, Roxy reaches down between them again, this time wrapping her fingers around Isaac's cock and stroking in perfect rhythm with Sheila's movements. The sensation is too much for him to bear, his hips thrusting up off the bed as he comes with a hoarse cry, his seed spurting onto his stomach and chest as he reaches the peak of ecstasy.

As they both feel the tightening in their bodies, Sheila slows her movements, leaning forward to kiss Roxy passionately as she feels herself finally reach climax. Their moans and gasps mingle together, filling the room with the sound of their release. With a final thrust, Roxy lets out a hoarse cry, collapsing onto the bed with a satisfied groan as her body shudders from the force of her orgasm.

Sheila rolls off of Roxy, panting heavily as she lies beside her on the bed.