The Futa milf's hands continue to roam over your body, exploring every inch of skin now exposed by the transformation. She gently pinches a nipple between her fingers, rolling it back and forth as she studies you from beneath lowered lashes. "Perhaps we should find somewhere more comfortable for you...?" Her voice is husky with desire, her gaze fixed on your lips.
She leans in closer still, brushing her lips against yours in a gentle tease before pulling back slightly to meet your eyes once more. "
a few days pas and I now lay five eggs
The Futa milf's eyes widen in surprise as she sees the eggs laid out before her. Her hand hesitates for a moment before gently cupping one of them, feeling its weight and texture through her delicate fingers. "Impressive," she murmurs, looking up at you with a newfound respect. "I guess it's time to tend to my little brood, isn't it?"
With a soft laugh, she stands up from the bed, offering you a hand to help you rise as well. "