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Tumblr Archive 1: Out of Hand.

So decided that gonna be posting some of the old tumblr caps that got nuked in the purge from my old blog. 

They aren't good. but I hope you enjoy them regardless. 



“Ohhhhh god!” 

I don’t think we’d wanted it to go this way.  Me and Arthur wanted to try something new this evening and he’d found this drink offline called ‘Elixir.’ Advertised to change out sex lives for the ‘absolute bestest’ as many of the customer reviews had said. 

By the time we’d gotten the vials and drank it was already to late to stop the changes. Hips burst the seams of my jeans, Arthurs shirt shreded as hot tits burst through them,

We’d sat in our appartment trying to figure things out when our third roomate showed up to find me and Arthur; now Claire, and Alexandra, fidgeting nervously in the nude in the living room. We didn’t expect the first side effect WE WERE HORNY!

Before we knew it we’d tricked him into laying on the bed as we fucked ourselves mad on his cock.

sometime after our third of fourth time switching between his cock and mouth Claire...me, I hazily poured a vial into our roommates mouth...now there’s three of us. and I’m starting to get confused to which me is driving this body.

Things have gotten out of hand.

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